Chapter 867
What a weak god
The red–robed messenger lay on the ground, barely breathing When he heard this, his expression became uglier than
ever.
He had gotten Josef to bring him the most potent drug from his lab. After consuming the drug, the messenger managed to expend his powers to their fullest potential.
Before this, the messenger did not know his cultivation could be so powerful. After consuming the drug, he ascended to the God Realm immediately.
Instantly, he had the world at his feet and was unlimited in his power. He quickly became intoxicated by this feeling.
He even suspected that he could collapse skyscrapers with a simple wave of his hand.
When he stood high up in a building and gazed down at the world, he truly believed that he was a god amongst men. Watching people go about their day seemed to him like observing the movement of ants.
When he murdered the ants in the building, he did not feel a single shred of emotion.
He was addicted to the feeling of power over his fellow men, of controlling their life and death.
Eventually, he began to think that his powers were unmatched by any other. He could slaughter armies all by himself. However, before he could fully experience this god–like feeling, Haylan struck him down from heaven to the lowly depths of hell.
Worst of all, he thought he had reached the peak of cultivation and become a god!
He forgot that he relied on medicine to reach his peak. In Haylan’s eyes, he was so weak that it was pathetic.
This infuriated the messenger to no end.
He spat bitterly.
The red–robed messenger was so furious that he was practically fuming. He spat out another mouthful of blood, his chest heaving.
Simultaneously, he could feel a large amount of energy leave his body. The effects of the drug were waning.
Boom!
Haylan leaped down from the 28th floor. Just before he reached the ground, he grabbed hold of a steel bar to control his speed, landing steadily beside the red–robed messenger.
“You, who are you?” The red–robed messenger stared at Haylan in disbelief.
With his background, the red–robed messenger prided himself on his worldliness and unrivaled power.
After ascending to the God Realm as a cultivator, he began to feel that he was invincible.
However, Haylan scared him more than the monsters and demons he encountered back where he came from!
How could there be such a powerful existence in the mortal world?
This was unbelievable!
Haylan looked down at the red–robed messenger coldly. “Don’t you know my name?”
“I’m not asking for your name. I’m asking for your identity. Who exactly are you?” The red–robed messenger stared at Haylan.
“It doesn’t matter who I am. You already know my identity. You’ve probably already investigated my background” “I’m more curious about who you are.”
Haylan stared at the red–robed messenger’s mask, his eyes filled with curiosity.
The material of this mask was the same as the secret door he had seen in Bernard’s office. They were both made of
meteorite.
It was one of the mysterious substances that even his God’s Eye could not see through. It was especially magical.
As soon as he finished speaking. Haylan stretched out his hand and grabbed the mask. He wanted to lift it and see who the red–robed messenger hiding under it was.
“Ahh!”
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Chapter 867
There was no way he could see the red–robed messenger’s face clearly
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