It was not that the demons looked down on Xiao Chen.
Objectively speaking.
Xiao Chen was strong.
Strong enough to defy heaven.
Unless he faced someone of Bright Moon Rank.
He was all but invincible.
Yet.
At this moment.
The one standing before him.
Was no ordinary opponent.
But... the Swallowing-Heaven Sword Seed, Zhao Qingyun.
How strong was Zhao Qingyun?
There was no need to elaborate.
The Chaos Light Sword in his hand, whose pressure cowed all living things.
Was enough to explain a thing or two.
Against someone of Bright Moon Rank.
No matter how strong Xiao Chen was.
He could not possibly cross the gulf between realms and win!
"Oh? You still have something up your sleeve? Very well, I'll give you a chance. Use whatever you like. The outcome is already decided anyway!"
High in the void, Zhao Qingyun stood upon a cloud sword, his gray hair whipping in the wind. The light sword in his hand tore through the void, flickering bright and dim like the breath of a god. Every ripple of its light particles seemed to rend heaven and earth, terrifying all living things.
Zhao Qingyun's spiritual perception approached the Near-Immortal Realm.
Xiao Chen was gathering a secret art at this moment.
Naturally, he knew.
Yet.
He was far too confident.
From beginning to end.
He had never even considered suppressing or interrupting it.
On the contrary.
Zhao Qingyun was just like the other creatures present.
A spectator.
Waiting with a hint of anticipation for Xiao Chen to strike.
Wanting to see what other tricks he had hidden.
And whether they could stir even a few ripples.
This was utter contempt.
Arrogance taken to the extreme.
Had an ordinary Heavenly Prodigy Rank cultivator acted this way.
A chorus of mockery would have erupted long