"Look! A blind man and a group of lame dogs!" This was the evaluation of Lin Chaoci by everyone who had seen him ten years ago.
And ten years later...
"Lin Chaoci, do you want to be my enemy?" Tang San, holding the Poseidon Trident in his hand, asked coldly. The young man opposite him raised the brush in his hand.
"No!"
"Tang San, you are the enemy of this world!"
"It's the gods who want to be enemies of this world!" The brush fell. Four big characters shine brightly: "Twilight of the Gods!"
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