"So arrogant!"
"With that tone, anyone who didn't know better would think he was the Demon Emperor..."
"Still, for the Flame Demon Race to produce an unrivaled heavenly prodigy like the True Flame King, they truly are fortunate to the extreme."
"I heard the True Flame King was struck from his race's rolls. The Flame Demon Race must regret it so badly their guts have turned green."
"Are you stupid? Among us in the Subversion Camp, who hasn't cut themselves cleanly away from their race? All I can say is, those who understand, understand. Don't tell me you showed your face in the God Devouring Realm without cutting ties with your race?"
"..."
All sorts of discussions rang on without end.
Xuan Ye listened to those words of praise for the True Flame King, and for a time he only found them incomparably grating. Just as his heart stirred restlessly and he wanted to step forward, his self-esteem would not allow him to make a move now.
But very quickly, he found a reason to convince himself.
Thinking back to those years.
When he had been ten thousand years old, he had also only just broken through to the Tribulation Transcendence Stage. In theory, the two of them had talent and aptitude on the same level, and after stepping into the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, whether one was a renowned powerhouse or a monstrous heavenly prodigy—
In essence, they all stood in the same realm.
How could there be any saying of the big bullying the small? After running this through his heart, Xuan Ye's aura suddenly surged upward, pushing all demons back a long distance.
His blazing eyes fixed on Wang Yu.
"I'll do it!"
The corners of Wang Yu's mouth lifted. The Flame Demon Fire-Tipped Spear thrust forward violently,