Chapter 94 The Maniacal Artist

"I have no chance to kill you?"

Gao Ming felt that Xia Yang's state was very wrong, His name contained the abundance of midsummer and the warmth of the sun, yet his inner nature seemed like an abyss that light could never reach, and no one could guess his true thoughts.

"Fate, to me, is laughable. I never dwell on the past, nor do I believe in the future. I only care about the present that can be firmly grasped." Drops of red paint fell from Xia Yang's body, and with them, his skin, as if he were a block of ice slowly melting: "Various facts have proven that you indeed have seen the future, you have the upper hand and can kill me from the other end of time. No matter how I look at it, I don't stand a chance of winning."

"So what do you plan to do?" Gao Ming remained on alert. If someone else knew they were being hunted, they might try to flee or fight back, but Xia Yang was different.