"Hmm? You... why were you unharmed?" Hearing his voice, the Demon Marshal, who had been about to leave, turned around and pointed at Xiao Chi as though he had seen a ghost.
"Heh, let me tell you the truth. Your attack was too weak. It could not even harm a single hair on This Seat." The corner of Xiao Chi's mouth lifted slightly.
"As the strongest demon in the Venerable God Realm, is this all you have? This Seat is truly disappointed."
"How is this possible?" Staring at the completely uninjured Xiao Chi before him, the foolish Demon Marshal looked down at his own hands, doubting his life as a demon for the first time.
"Could it be that I cultivated as some kind of fake immortal?"
"Hey, hey, hey, are we fighting or not? If not, This Seat is heading down." Xiao Chi sneered disdainfully at the dumbfounded Demon Marshal.
For a long while, one man and one demon remained frozen in the sky without the slightest movement.
Xiao Chi yawned, shook his head with a smile, then flashed back down to the ground.
"Warden."
"Husband."
"Mm, it is nothing. That old bird is actually quite nice. He is rather interesting." Xiao Chi burst into laughter.
"Inter... interesting?" Everyone was utterly baffled.
"It is over now. Everyone, disperse!"
At his words, the crowd left in complete confusion.
Mo Li looked at the Demon Marshal, who still hung motionless in the sky, and frowned slightly in hesitation.
"Brother Mo, what are you standing there for? Let us go back." Xiao Chi called out, glancing at Mo Li, who was staring upward.
"This... is that Demon Marshal really not going to attack again?"
"Of course not." Xiao Chi answered with a confident look.
"But why is he not leaving? Why is