Under Ning Changyu's gaze.
Chen Zhixing walked toward him step by step.
"Chen Zhixing, give me a chance, I am willing to serve you in the future!" Ning Changyu stared intensely at Chen Zhixing, his eyes filled with a fierce desire to live, still making a last-ditch effort.
"I am well-versed in myriad techniques and have countless experiences. With my help, you are bound to become the greatest of all time!"
Upon hearing this, Chen Zhixing smiled faintly, leaned down, and whispered softly into his ear:
"Hasn't heaven already given you a chance?"
In an instant, Ning Changyu's pupils dilated.
Before he could open his mouth to speak.
"Do you know? Your existence to me is like someone suddenly pulling out a knife in the midst of a lively and peaceful street market. This knife may not be directed at me, but I will be afraid."
"So, either drop your weapon from the start, or..... die!"
Boom!!!
Chen Zhixing stomped down hard on Ning Changyu's head.
