Robin Burton is a young man who grow with everything anyone can hope for, immense talent for cultivation, sharp mind, a wealthy family that will stop at nothing to protect and nurture him. He had everything except the willingness to take them. "Why would I take the same route as my ancestors ? why should I become stronger? to beat this and compete with that..?! THAT IS NOT WHAT I WAS BORN FOR!!" Robin didn't want to compete with young masters, so he made an army and started invading planets.
"...Come! Your final chapter will be written by my hands today!"
"..."
Still pointing at himself, Sakaar turned slowly toward Robin, as if seeking confirmation about what was happening.
In response, Robin burst into loud laughter. "Yes, he is talking to you. Go on, let him write your final chapter." But his gaze wasn't on Sakaar, nor even on Pythor—it was scanning elsewhere... Jabba had disappeared since the battle began!
"Whew~," Sakaar sighed, rising quietly to his feet and shaking his head. "What more do I need to do to earn a little respect around here? How frustrating."
Shhhhhh—
A dark, oppressive aura began seeping from Sakaar's body. Heavy and palpable, it was as if blood vaporized into a crimson mist, reeking of the stench of millions of decomposing corpses. "Come, write my final chapter then."
"Hm?" Pythor gripped the armrest of his chair tightly. This creature was dangerous!