Chi Wuyao’s lips parted. “Jie Xin, Jie Ling, move back.”

The two Witches obeyed, leaving behind only the Devil Queen and the Crimson Destruction Dragon God at the center.

“Foolish woman!”

Crimson Destruction snorted loudly and released his draconic aura. The cold, desolate space instantly boiled up like hot water, and all visible objects within five hundred kilometers of the Dragon God were crushed to bits.

“Ah, such familiar words.”

Chi Wuyao’s voice remained sweet and velvety despite the destructive typhoon that was blowing against her black shroud and hair. “Tens of thousands of years ago, Qianye Fantian said the exact same thing in the exact same fashion when I dueled him and Zhou Xuzi alone.”

She shook her head in disappointment before continuing, “Unfortunately, he looked like a stray dog with its tail cut off when he escaped, and he was called the strongest god emperor below the Dragon Monarch.”

“You may be his better, but you can’t possibly exceed him by too much, can you?”

“Hah!” Crimson Destruction Dragon God sneered disdainfully. “You can’t possibly think that—” 

—Qianye Fantian was on the same level as me, was what he was going to say until he realized that he had no reason to correct the Devil Queen’s misunderstanding at all. In fact, the more she underestimated him, the better.

So he said in an arrogant tone, “You overestimate your abilities, Devil Queen. From what I heard, Qianye...