Wang Xuan rose to his feet, bracing himself for battle. He had not enjoyed the good times for long; he had only been a True King at the pinnacle of the Yin Six Realm for a few years, and now Disaster Lords were coming?
"God, are you afraid?" A cold, emotionless voice arrived, bringing boundless oppression with it.
On the pale red paper, the Eye of Truth activated. The passage was deep and secluded, truly transmitting Great Dao ripples. Messages between the two places no longer seemed delayed, but real-time.
God's cold and glamorous face returned to calm. "The three famed Disaster Lords of the True Land have all emerged. What is there to hesitate over? Come together, then. I will wait for you in the real world."
A bland voice came from the True Land. "Although much of your cultivation has been cut away, your foundation shattered, and you live in the filthy, dying Yin Six Realm, stripped of your former Essence, Qi, and Spirit, your attitude toward life is not bad. You even keep a little milk wolf?"
Rarely, this was a woman's voice. Female experts at the Disaster Lord level were relatively uncommon. Although this being's words contained no emotional fluctuations, she was clearly mocking someone. Everything before that "but" was sarcasm, while the final three words were outright ridicule and derision.
At first, Wang Xuan had merely listened, feeling that it had nothing to do with him. He could just quietly watch the spectacle. He had not expected to be dragged into it.
"Auntie, who are you? Talk like that, and you will have no friends in All Heavens and Myriad Worlds. Even people will hate you, and dogs will shun you." Wang Xuan fired back without courtesy. Since he was beside God, the other party