Chapter 499: Desire

"More importantly."

Mo Yang's expression suddenly became serious.

"There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes, as if killing was just a very common thing for him."

This feeling made him feel extremely depressed and uneasy.

"I can't see any emotional fluctuations in that guy's eyes."

"Generally, when killing people, no matter how ruthless they are, they will have emotional fluctuations."

"Fear, terror, excitement..."

"But that elf didn't."

"It seemed to be doing something very common."

"This is terrible."

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 and ruthless.

Suddenly, Mo Yang noticed something strange.

He told Freya that he wanted to go out alone and sort out his thoughts.

Freya seemed to notice something when she heard the voice brought to her by the wind.

But she didn't ask much, just nodded gently.

The two of them had a tacit understanding.

Mo Yang walked alone on the path in the forest, the surrounding trees towered into the sky, and the sun cast mottled light and shadows through the gaps in the leaves.

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 killing intent.

Before he could react, a figure suddenly rushed out from the darkness and rushed towards Mo Yang.

It was a ragged and haggard young man.

His eyes flashed with madness and despair.

He held a worn-out dagger and stabbed Mo Yang's chest fiercely, shouting at the same time:

"Die!"

"It's all you!"

The man had a hideous 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, why is it me?"

He chuckled and tried to defuse the tense atmosphere.

However, the young man had no intention of stopping and continued to roar:

"If it weren't for you, those people would be my men!"

"I wouldn't be like this!"

At this point, the madness and despair in the young man's eyes became even stronger.

Mo Yang finally remembered that this guy seemed to be the unpopular and impoverished prince of the North Wind Empire, who had been hanging out with Jeffrey before.

He had wanted to recruit some adventurers before, but he messed it up.

However, he couldn't be blamed for this, right?

After all, the choice was in the hands of those adventurers, and he didn't force them not to follow the impoverished prince.

Besides, it was the impoverished prince in front of him who provoked him first.

Relying on his status as a prince, he did whatever he wanted.

It was a pity that he miscalculated a place.

This is not the capital of the North Wind Empire, not a place where he can run wild at will.

It's too easy to kill one or two people here.

"Heh."

Mo Yang shook his head helplessly. .

This guy seemed to be blinded by hatred and couldn't even recognize his own strength.

Looking at the impoverished prince rushing over, Mo Yang's eyes flashed with indifference.

He slightly turned sideways and dodged the attack of the worn-out dagger.

"Hey, hey, hey, do you underestimate me?"

Mo Yang chuckled and kicked the poor prince out.

However, the prince did not give up.

He struggled to get up from the ground, his face was hideous, and there was a crazy light in his eyes.

"Go to hell, go to hell!"

He flew towards 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!

A trace of coldness flashed in Mo Yang's eyes.

He wanted to teach this guy a lesson, but now it seems that this guy is not worthy of his pity at all.

However, when Mo Yang subconsciously wanted to dodge, he suddenly found that his body could not move!

"What's going on?!"

Mo Yang was shocked. He clearly did not feel any fluctuations in magic power, but why did he suddenly become 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 seen the scene of Mo Yang falling in a pool of blood.

"Oh?"

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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 confinement force that originally bound him disappeared without a trace.

"This... How is this possible!"

The smile on the prince's face froze instantly, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

And in Mo Yang's mind, the voice of the world sounded at this time.

[You triggered the exclusive skill "Greed", met the conditions, congratulations, you have plundered the skill "Space Confinement"]

As the voice in his mind fell, Mo Yang felt the new power surging in his body.

Almost at the same time, the Destitute Prince also received the statement from the Voice of the World.

[Your skill "Space Confinement" has been plundered]

[You have lost the skill "Space Confinement"]

"How, how is it possible!"

The Destitute Prince was shocked, he couldn't believe his eyes.

This skill was acquired after he wandered on the brink of life and death many times. How could it be robbed so easily by others?

However, the facts were right in front of him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Mo Yang slowly raised his hand, and a purple light flashed on his fingertips. That was the power of "space confinement".

The face of the destitute prince suddenly changed. He wanted to escape, but found that he had been firmly locked by this power.

"This skill is really useful!"

Mo Yang looked at the imprisoned destitute prince and chuckled.

"This is all thanks to you!"

"Who... who are you?"

The destitute prince asked with a trembling voice.

"Just a lord in a remote place."

"Puff."

Mo Yang moved and instantly appeared in front of the destitute prince, and the dagger in his hand accurately slashed across his neck.

Blood splattered, and the body of the destitute prince fell weakly.

Mo Yang looked at the destitute prince lying on the ground, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Not enough, not enough, not enough.

He wanted too much, too much.

This world is too unfair.

Why can those dragons fly freely in the sky, not bound by the law, and take thousands of lives with a light breath without being punished.

Why can the isolated Elf King destroy a country and a city-state with the actions of a few people?

Why can those high gods arbitrarily send down divine punishment and block the development of science and technology?

Living beings are born unequal.

Therefore, laws are needed to constrain all this.

"And I will become the standard of this law!"

Mo Yang whispered, with unprecedented determination and ambition in his eyes.

He knew that in order to achieve this goal, he needed to continue to become stronger and plunder.

And he believed that he would definitely have such power in the future.

Only his desire and ambition were pure. (End of this chapter)