Su Changxing let out a cold laugh, and a silver-white long-barreled revolver appeared in his left hand as he stepped towards the Bronze Tree, calmly saying:
"Even if you are a Divine Spirit, so what? A murderer has no right to live on, and the thing I hate the most is anything related to Divine Spirits."
Divine Spirits didn't leave a good impression in his mind.
He had seen it firsthand.
It was a malicious existence, a madman and a butcher, indifferent to the lives of mortals.
Perhaps such Divine Spirits sung in legends exist, but he hadn't encountered any; what he hasn't encountered might as well not exist. Even if they exist, they only existed in the past; it's uncertain how they are now.
Thus, when this Bronze Tree claimed to be a Divine Spirit, he instantly felt loath, especially after it had killed someone.
In this era, two deaths were the norm; human life was cheaper than anything else.
