"Immortal?" Lin Shen sized up the white-haired Minotaur, halting his forward momentum.
He hadn't wanted to stop, but the truth was, he didn't have the strength to kill the Immortal.
The white-haired Minotaur didn't answer Lin Shen. Its cold gaze swept over him as it said indifferently, "On my Ultra-Burning Mother Star, slaughtering my Ultra-Burn tribesmen, you deserve to die a hundred times over to atone for your sins."
"Atone for sins? Why should I atone for anything? Wasn't it your Ultra-Burn Tribe who invaded our Human Mother Star first?" Lin Shen replied coolly.
The white-haired Minotaur, feigning righteousness, said, "My tribe did not invade. We aimed to help your primitive races integrate more quickly into the Interstellar Civilization Era. Now, it appears we have been far too kind. You dare come to our tribe and wreak havoc—blood debts must be repaid with blood. Your life shall pay for the lives of our warriors."
