"You call this rather tricky?" He Zhao truly had not expected Xi to simply breathe out once and directly pierce through his chest.
In truth, it was actually normal. The two of them were not on the same level, after all. The former was an overlord among the universe's two superpowers, while the latter, at most, had only ruled supreme on one star among billions.
Even though the face high in the sky, formed from a vast amount of Calamity Qi, was only an avatar of the Abyss Evil God, it was still not something he could compare to. At the very least, he had not simply heard three sentences and dropped dead on the spot like the Seat Master of Bufa Temple and the others.
"Wasting one breath of my Clear Qi—why would that not be tricky?" Xi's rather helpless tone sounded by his ear, and he could not help rolling his eyes hard.
You've changed!
You'd actually learned humanity's Meaningless humblebragging.
He had to admit, his former Cheap Master had shown him up completely.
"Before I die, can I ask one question?"
"Considering you forced out one breath of Clear Qi from me, ask." Clearly, Xi was different from the other Abyss Evil Gods. At the very least, His mind was relatively clear. He had His own joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, and could communicate.
"What exactly is going on with all of this?"
"Did that lucky Buddha who did not die not tell you?"
Faced with the counterquestion from the face in the sky, he froze at once.
"He barely held on until his last breath, but could not leave behind even a bit of information? Very well. Let that Buddha die with no regrets." As the words fell, there was another breath. No—rather, it should be