"And so you think that with me rendered as the donor of your so-called Sacred Origin, killing me would become a mere trifle, don't you?"
As he spoke, Xu Yuan's figure flickered like a shadow, swiftly appearing before Mu Xingyi. He extended a hand and lightly patted the man's grotesquely disfigured shoulder:
"Don't look at me like that. Your offspring, Mu Nuo, becoming the vessel for the Bug Saint—was that really so difficult to foresee?"
"Moreover,
"weren't you just claiming you'd kill me a moment ago?
"So why don that look of astonishment now?
"Is it that you've realized the trump card you so pride yourself on was already encompassed within my calculations?"
As he finished speaking, the smile on Xu Yuan's face gradually receded. His figure subtly rose and drifted backward, casting a commanding gaze over the Insect People amidst the sea of flames:
