"more importantly."
Mo Yang's expression suddenly became serious.
"There was no emotion in his eyes, as if killing was just a normal thing for him."
This feeling made him feel extremely depressed and uneasy.
"I didn't see any emotion in that guy's eyes."
"Generally, when someone kills someone, even the most heartless person will experience emotional fluctuations."
"Fear, terror, excitement..."
"But the elf didn't."
“It seems like I’m doing something very normal.”
“It’s scary.”
Speaking of this, Mo Yang couldn't help but shudder.
He couldn't imagine what a person had to go through to become so cold-hearted.
Suddenly, Mo Yang noticed something strange.
He told Freya that he wanted to go out for a walk alone to sort out his thoughts.
Hearing the sound brought to her by the wind, Freya seemed to realize something.
But she didn't ask any more questions, just nodded slightly.
The two have a perfect understanding.
Mo Yang was walking alone on a small path in the forest. The trees around him were towering into the sky, and the sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, casting mottled shadows.
However, this peaceful scene could not dispel the uneasiness in Mo Yang's heart.
Just when Mo Yang walked to a deserted place.
He suddenly sensed a strong murderous intent.
Before he could react, a figure suddenly jumped out from the darkness and rushed towards Mo Yang.
He was a young man with ragged clothes and haggard face.
There was madness and despair in his eyes.
He held a worn-out dagger and fiercely stabbed Mo Yang's chest, shouting at the same time:
"Suffer to death!"
"It's all you!"
The man had a ferocious look on his face, as if he wanted to eat Mo Yang alive.
Mo Yang frowned slightly, looking at the young man with doubts in his eyes.
"Oh my, why is it me?"
He chuckled, trying to diffuse the tense atmosphere.
However, the young man showed no intention of stopping and continued to shout:
"If it weren't for you, those people would be my men!"
"I won't become like this!"
At this point, the madness and despair in the young man's eyes became even more intense.
Mo Yang finally remembered that this guy seemed to be the unpopular and impoverished prince of the Beifeng Empire, who had been hanging out with Jeffrey before.
He had been thinking of recruiting some adventurers, but he ended up messing everything up.
But, we can't blame him for this, right?
After all, the choice was in the hands of those adventurers, and he was not forcing them not to follow the impoverished prince.
Furthermore, it was the impoverished prince in front of him who provoked him first.
Relying on his status as a prince, he does whatever he wants.
It’s a pity that he miscalculated one place.
This is not the capital of the North Wind Empire, not a place where he can act recklessly.
It's too easy for one or two people to die here.
"Ah."
Mo Yang shook his head helplessly.
This guy seemed to be so blinded by hatred that he couldn't even recognize his own strength.
Looking at the impoverished prince rushing over, a hint of indifference flashed in Mo Yang's eyes.
He slightly turned his body to avoid the attack of the worn-out dagger.
"Hey, hey, hey, are you underestimating me?"
Mo Yang chuckled and kicked out, sending the impoverished prince flying.
However, the prince did not give up.
He struggled to get up from the ground, his face was hideous, his eyes flashing with madness. "Go to hell, go to hell!"
He pounced on Mo Yang again like a madman who had lost his mind.
The dagger in his hand flashed with cold light and went straight to Mo Yang's heart!
There was a hint of coldness in Mo Yang's eyes.
He originally wanted to teach this guy a lesson, but now it seems that this guy is not worthy of his pity at all.
However, just when Mo Yang subconsciously wanted to dodge, he suddenly found that his body could not move!
"what happened?!"
Mo Yang was shocked. He clearly didn't feel any fluctuation of magical power, so why was he suddenly unable to move?
"Hahaha, you've been hit by my carefully prepared skill 'Space Confinement'! There's no way you can dodge it!"
The impoverished prince laughed triumphantly, as if he had already seen the scene of Mo Yang lying in a pool of blood.
"Oh?"
Mo Yang raised his eyebrows, but there was no panic on his face.
He smiled slightly, and a dazzling purple light suddenly emanated from his body.
At the same time, the restraining force that originally bound him disappeared without a trace.
"This...how is this possible!"
The smile on the prince's face froze instantly, his eyes full of disbelief.
At this moment, the voice of the world rang out in Mo Yang's mind.
[You have triggered the exclusive skill "Greed", and the conditions are met. Congratulations, you have looted the skill "Spatial Confinement"]
As the voice in his mind fell, Mo Yang felt a new power surging in his body.
Almost at the same time, the impoverished prince also received the statement from the Voice of the World.
[Your skill "Space Confinement" has been plundered]
[You lost the skill "Space Confinement"]
"How, how is it possible!"
The impoverished prince was shocked and couldn't believe his eyes.
He acquired this skill after wandering on the brink of life and death many times. How could it be snatched away by others so easily?
However, the facts were right before his eyes and he had no choice but to believe it.
Mo Yang slowly raised his hand, and purple light flashed at his fingertips. That was the power of "space confinement".
The impoverished prince's face suddenly changed. He wanted to escape, but found that he had been firmly locked by this force.
"This skill is really useful!"
Mo Yang looked at the imprisoned and destitute prince and chuckled.
"This is all thanks to you!"
"You...who are you?"
The impoverished prince asked in a trembling voice.
"Just a lord of a remote place."
"Pfft."
Mo Yang moved and instantly appeared in front of the impoverished prince, and the dagger in his hand accurately slashed across his neck.
Blood splattered, and the body of the impoverished prince fell down weakly.
Mo Yang looked at the destitute prince lying on the ground, a sneer appearing on his lips.
Not enough, not enough, not enough.
He wanted too much, too much.
This world is so unfair.
Why can those dragons fly freely in the sky, not bound by any law, and take thousands of lives with just a breath without being punished?
On what basis could the isolated Elf King destroy an entire country and city-state with the actions of just a few people?
On what basis can those high and mighty gods bring down divine punishment and block technological development at will?
All living beings are born unequal.
Therefore, laws are needed to restrain all of this.
"And I will be the standard of this law!"
Mo Yang whispered, his eyes flashing with unprecedented determination and ambition.
He knew very well that in order to achieve this goal, he needed to continue to become stronger and continue to plunder.
And he believes that he will definitely have such power in the future.
Only his desire and ambition remain. (End of this chapter)