"They saw I was young, so they all wanted to kill me. They all died."
Lu Mingyuan said nothing more.
In this Holy Netherworld, only people like that could survive for long.
The people of this land must submit to the Divine Beings.
It was a world where the strong devoured the weak. No one cared if you lived or died; as long as you were strong enough, you could attain a high position.
Take Lu Mingyuan. He had already climbed to the very top of the Divine Institute. Rising from Night Patrol Envoy to Divine Envoy, he could now interact with figures on the level of a Divine Venerable.
Lu Mingyuan had killed everyone who stood in his way.
To some extent, Lu Mingyuan could understand what Lu Yunqing meant by being forced into it.
In a world like this, it was kill or be killed.
'Is killing wrong?'
'No, it's just a way to survive.'
