Bang!
Xue Xiaozi's body, split in two, shattered and turned to ashes.
Only a wisp of his remnant soul remained, swaying like candlelight in the wind.
He let out a long sigh. "One thought apart, life and death divided. The opportunity to become a god was within arm's reach, yet I missed it just like that. It truly... leaves me unwilling to accept it!"
In the distance, Su Yi took out a jug of wine and drank deeply. "Before the Era of Immortal Fall, you were no match for me. And now, even if you became a god, you would still have no chance of survival."
Xue Xiaozi gave a cold, sinister laugh. "I admit that I was inferior to you before. But if you claim that even after becoming a god, I would still be beneath you, that is far too arrogant!"
"Three hours ago, Jiang Tai'a, who had just become a god, died by my hand."
Xue Xiaozi froze. "He... died!?"
"Otherwise, where do you think these injuries all over my body came from?"
Xue Xiaozi's expression shifted repeatedly. He stared fixedly at Su Yi for a long while before finally sighing. "The victor becomes king, the defeated becomes bandit. To die at the hands of an opponent like you can be considered a worthy death."
Su Yi said flatly, "You are mistaken. In my eyes, whether in the past or now, you were never qualified to be my opponent."
Xue Xiaozi's face was filled with astonishment.
But Su Yi no longer wished to waste words. He swept his sleeve.
Boom!
Xue Xiaozi's sole remaining wisp of soul was annihilated.
Su Yi felt nothing about it. He had merely settled an old debt of gratitude and enmity.
Just as he had said before, old enemies from his past