Reflection?
The name of the New Realm?
The pupils of the two Overlords contracted at the same time, their hearts shaken.
The Uncrowned Overlord even cried out, "You alone dare to decide the New Realm's name?"
"Aren't you afraid that all the world's lineages will join forces to hunt you down?"
"Are you insane?"
Chu Qing stood with his hands behind his back, looking down on him with contempt.
"Shut up!"
"Not only do you refuse to worship me, praise me, and sing my praises, you even dare curse me?"
"You think that just because you obtained an incomplete Overlord title, you can act without restraint?"
The next moment:
A muffled bang rang out.
The Uncrowned Overlord felt that the distance between himself and Chu Qing had vanished.
The man's long hair whipped wildly in the air. With his head lowered, he looked down at him, his eyes brimming with brutality and rage.
"Answer me!"
"You dog slave!"
The Uncrowned Overlord's head buzzed.
Why had Chu Qing suddenly become so close, within arm's reach?
A mental technique?
Strange Arts?
He was a little bewildered.
But in the next moment, that slight confusion in his heart vanished without a trace beneath Chu Qing's rebuke.
He roared, "What are you? How dare you call me a dog slave?"
"You think you're an Angel Envoy?"
The Uncrowned Overlord flew into a rage and boldly struck at Chu Qing.
A terrifying secret inheritance erupted with power. Layers of air exploded as dreadful force shot straight toward Chu Qing's head.
"This strike contains my thirteen hundred years of cultivation!"
"Can you withstand it?"
But in the next moment, his pupils contracted.
A pale finger stood before him and lightly tapped against his fist.
What?
The Uncrowned Overlord was horrified.
The Star-Picking Overlord beside him was