His tone was very calm, not like he was bragging at all.

Indeed, because...he is the God of Death.

In this world, there are two types of people, existences that ordinary people absolutely awe and look up to.

The first category is a hero who stands on the top of the Forbidden City and dominates the world with his raised hand.

The sky can be covered with a snap of a finger, and the clouds and rain can turn over.

That is the supreme existence of the temple!

The other type of people are...hidden under the endless darkness.

No name, no identity, no emotions.

All they have is a code name.

That codename will be with me for a lifetime.

Poured with blood, the sky is filled with killings.

In this generation, some people are white.

There are always people who are shady.

Black Taoists, on behalf of white Taoists... do things that are difficult to carry out.

They live with darkness all their lives.

And their achievements are shocking to the world!

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