The Demon God slowly raised his bloodshot eyes, his heart brimming with grief and fury. "You said it yourself—neither of us can kill the other. That means I did not win, but neither did I lose... Our wager ended without a victor. You may refuse to fulfill your promise, and I may refuse to fulfill mine. What right do you have to imprison me? Let me go!"
"Were you planning to evade this calamity, devote yourself to bitter cultivation, then make a comeback one day and defy Heaven with demonic might, forcing me to submit?" The humanoid glow sighed softly. "Your obsession runs too deep... Do you truly think you have not lost? If I had truly wished to defeat you, Rui would not have been the one dueling you. I could have simply sent Yi, and you would have been utterly defeated. You just tried it—are you a match for Yi? If I truly wished to win, there are countless people in other time-space planes whose talent and cultivation surpass yours. At any time, I could summon experts a thousand or a hundred times stronger than you to subdue you with ease. What could you use to win?"
The moment those words were spoken, the gods were shocked. All at once, they felt as though they had been frogs at the bottom of a well, staring at the sky. The Demon God clenched his teeth, his entire body trembling. Forget everyone else—even if Dao personally acted, a single finger would be enough to deal with him. He had just experienced that himself.
Bi Changchun, who had been silently observing Dao, asked with a grave expression, "Who exactly are you? Human, demon, or ghost?"
"I can be human, I can be demon, I can be ghost. I can be a