Duanmu Huai strode forward slowly, staring at the enemy before him, feeling the blood in his veins boiling with exhilaration.
He loved to fight. He loved tormenting his foes even more. Destruction, slaughter, death—every aspect of it brought Duanmu Huai an indescribable sense of joy. As the God of Destruction, every act of carnage and annihilation filled him with unparalleled ecstasy and pleasure.
Especially when it involved someone like this blondie in front of him, with that sleazy host-club face, acting all high and mighty. Handsome? So what? Didn't I just smash your face into this pathetic bloody mess!
What, you think being handsome can put food on the table?!
What's the use of being handsome?!
If I want to bash your head in, all it takes is one swing of my hammer, isn't it?!
Yeah, that's a fact, absolutely not due to the jealousy of a guy with only three points in Charm.
"Hoo…"
