Strength

Qin Hao and An Meng stood facing each other. Neither attacked directly, instead sizing the other up.

After devouring thirty-three World Beasts, An Meng had already gained a trace or two of the bearing of a World Beast King. He radiated a sacred aura, yet beneath it lay an air of destruction.

Though the two auras were not harmonious, they possessed a strange sense of balance. Compared to a World Beast King, An Meng was merely an incomplete product, far from possessing that mysterious, perfect unity of sacredness and destruction.

"I've heard far too much about your deeds. Even Purple Moon, God Eye, and Nine-Headed were filled with fear whenever they mentioned you. I truly never expected the Original Universe to produce such a powerhouse."

As he spoke, An Meng's eyes brimmed with greed as he looked at Qin Hao.

"And that extraordinary Miniature Universe of yours—nothing like it has ever appeared even on the Origin Continent. You must have encountered an incredible opportunity."

"Hand it over to me now, and I can spare you. I'll even let you go to the Origin Continent!"

An Meng's voice softened, his tone brimming with temptation. Every word seemed capable of making one lower their guard and follow the path of thought he laid out.

"Stop using such clumsy tricks!"

Qin Hao frowned slightly and spoke bluntly. A powerhouse had their own pride, yet An Meng could now be said to resort to every possible means.

Whether it was the methods he used in the Sea of Universes or these tempting tactics, they might both be shortcuts to achieving his goals, but for a powerhouse, such a disposition was destined to prevent him from going far.

It was not a problem with the methods themselves, but with An Meng's mentality. He had become