'Welp, I always figured I couldn't delay it any longer. Just didn't expect this to be the moment...' Zhen Liu mentally griped as he kept dodging poison bullet after poison bullet.
After Dante had started his latest attack, turning the dragon-shaped [Apostasy] into something resembling a Vulcan machine gun of nightmares, the aforementioned false lord had gotten lost in his own sauce and failed to realize Zhen Liu was dodging everything being fired at him.
In other words, Zhen Liu was having a moral crisis while under heavy fire.
Regardless, by a massive technicality, Zhen Liu could've resolved his cultivation issues weeks, possibly months, in advance.
All he had to do was create some random-ass kaijin out of sufficiently valuable material and shove one of the random-ass cores he had on hand in it, all while using some of the many formulas and arts he had stolen from the Cortez Family and the Silver Jungle Dragons.
He just hadn't done so yet because, well...he was a picky bastard.
