The people before the Yin-Yang Mirror watched as Bi Changchun's single pointed finger nearly collapsed space itself, even twisting the light. They all sucked in a cold breath, unable to imagine how terrifying the power behind that finger was.
Every ancient god silently asked himself whether he could withstand that one finger.
Yue Qianchou held Wu Lixue, gave her a loud kiss, and wrapped both hands around her pert backside. Grinning foolishly, he said, "The old fellow is incredible—still as fierce as ever! Once he kills the Demon God, I'll find every possible way to make him teach me this move. I refuse to believe I can't learn it. If I can't, our son can keep learning it. If our son can't, then our grandson can. There's bound to be someone smarter than his old man."
The battle had not even ended, yet he was already dreaming of their beautiful future. Wu Lixue squirmed bashfully, her face flushed, and lightly hit him to remind him that there were people watching nearby.
The two of them had cast off their burdens and felt no pressure at all, as though they had already decided Bi Changchun's victory was certain. This earned them white-eyed looks from the gods nearby. Yet the gods then felt a faint chill in their hearts. If Rui won, this unreliable brat would become a major figure in the Divine Realm. With Rui backing him, everyone else would have to stand aside.
"I am the demon, and the demon is me. See the heart, see the nature. So long as the demonic heart does not perish, I shall not perish. If I do not perish, the demonic path shall not perish. Of a thousand paths, ten thousand paths, only my demonic path. With my demonic body, I magnify my