Nie Han raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, acting as if he were an old friend.
"Long time no see, you're still as charming as ever."
Yi Mu looked at him coldly, and his voice sounded strangely unfamiliar to Nie Han.
"Those self-proclaimed clever scum are nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust in an inferior civilization. How utterly laughable that they dare to dream of changing the world."
These words were quite arrogant, as if Yi Mu's current position was not on the same level as Nie Han's.
Only someone standing at an absolute high point can say such things.
Nie Han wasn't angry; he just found it funny.
His fingers touched the tip of the sword, a look of curiosity on his face. "Where did you get this prop? It's quite realistic."
The ancient artifact, Ice Mark, is touted as a realistic prop—is this blindness or mere ignorance?
Yi Mu thrust his sword forward, touching Nie Han's neck.
Nie Han remained calm and laughed, "You can't hurt me, my body is already... uh!"
The cold, clean blade was stained red, and Nie Han's eyes widened in disbelief that a weapon sword could so easily pierce through aerospace-grade metal materials.
His body was modified a year ago. Except for his brain and neck, all parts of his body are made of precious aerospace metal materials, so weapons like handguns cannot hurt him at all.
But what exactly is the origin of this sword?!
It would be too lenient for someone as wicked as him to die so easily.
Yi Mu stared at Nie Han with his heterochromatic eyes, and slowly, his eyes turned deep blue.
Of Nie Han's entire body, only his head and neck are the most vulnerable.
He felt something was off as Yi Mu stared at him, but he just couldn't take his eyes off him.
Imu no longer possesses supernatural abilities, so how can he still control people's minds?
Yi Mu hypnotized Nie Han, stripping him of his genius brain, his ambition and aspirations, and telling him that he was just an ordinary person, not quick-witted, and even dumber than the average person.
He was all alone in this world, with no relatives, no job, no education, and could only survive by begging.
People hate beggars; they are the lowest of the low, wasting social resources.
To bring someone who considers himself noble down to earth is a hundred or a thousand times more painful than killing him.
He sheathed the Ice Mark Sword and collapsed to the ground like a limp rag doll.
Yu Die gasped in shock at his fate.
She turned and ran.
The iron gate at the only exit slammed shut with a bang.
Yu Die's face turned deathly pale; she was finished.
Yi Mu stood behind her and looked up into the distance.
This is indeed the highest point in the city; the surrounding buildings appear short and clumsy, like the most ordinary people among us.
However, just because a building is tall doesn't mean that the people standing on it are tall.
What gave you the illusion that you could control the life and death of all living beings?
Yu Die watched as Yi Mu walked towards her step by step, her teeth chattering, her mind filled with how she had originally planned to manipulate Yi Mu.
Ever since Yi Mu acquired his superpowers, Yu Die has had an instinctive fear of him.
This fear was ingrained in his bones; he would involuntarily shrink back whenever he saw someone else.
She backed away, backed away, until she reached the edge of the rooftop.
The imposing pace of the Imur continued unabated.
Yu Die had no eyes behind her, so she naturally didn't know that if she took another step back, there would be a drop of over a hundred meters.
With her feet dangling in the air and her body falling backward, Yu Die opened her eyes wide in terror and let out a sharp scream.
The next second, she found that her body had not fallen, had broken free from gravity, and was suspended in mid-air.
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