"Two paths?" Zhou Tong chuckled.
Ouros, Lord Prefect of White Dew Prefecture, also looked at Zhou Tong. This was a test as well—a test of just how confident his opponent was. He had already received word that the other man had long since purchased information on Hell's Shuras and Purgatory Commanders from the Demon Castle. That information certainly included him.
And now that the other man knew his details, his attitude toward him could reveal some of his strength.
"Ouros, I advise you to get lost before I develop the urge to kill you!" Zhou Tong could not be bothered to say more. Ever since acquiring willpower, he had lost all interest in opponents like this.
"Fine. I spoke to you politely, yet this is your attitude? Today, I'll teach you a lesson and show you the height of the heavens and the depth of the earth!" Ouros's voice instantly turned icy. From Zhou Tong's attitude, he could already tell that this opponent had confidence in his strength. But if he simply retreated now, where would he put his dignity?
Boom!!
Space instantly shattered. Ouros shot straight at Zhou Tong like a streak of azure light, a curved blade appearing in his hand as he slashed down at Zhou Tong.
His speed was so terrifying that the surrounding Highgods found it inconceivable. They only saw Ouros's body sway slightly before he appeared beside Zhou Tong in a dreamlike instant.
"What incredible speed! As expected of a wind-element divine beast, the Green-winged White-headed Condor!" Zhou Tong could not help but praise him.
Zhou Tong had long known all about Ouros, Lord Prefect of White Dew Prefecture. Ouros had served as Lord Prefect of White Dew Prefecture in Hell for over a hundred million years, and no fewer than ten Seven-star Demons