"Kid, now you understand, right? The World Sea is full of hypocrites. When they lost, they called me the most wicked and evil fiend, claiming their Old Ancestor had not been weaker, but that I had been underhanded. Yet in that battle, when had he ever held back even a little?"
The Demon God spoke with a cold sneer.
"So you're saying you had quite the martial virtue?"
Lu Li's tone was mocking.
"Martial virtue? What is that? I never had such a thing. But I can say this: I killed him simply because he was weaker. The descendants of the World Sea have gone to great lengths to glorify him. I find it laughable."
The Demon God said disdainfully, "I can tell you plainly that those people deceived you—or perhaps they themselves do not know the truth of that time. After all, it happened before time was born. In this world, I alone know the truth of that battle."
"So doesn't that mean you can say whatever you want?"
Lu Li said with a smile.
"If that is what you think, I do not care. I never scrupled over methods in battle, but I have no interest in the amusement of deceiving others."
The Demon God sneered.
Lu Li fell into thought after hearing that. He felt the other party might be telling the truth, because from what he knew of the Demon God, the latter truly had no bottom line, yet beneath that lay a hidden pride. He should disdain lying about such a matter.
In fact, if Lu Li had not been strong enough and had not spent day and night with the Demon God, the latter would never have told anyone the truth of that battle.
Just as the Demon God himself had said, he regarded