Fang Chen looked at the Undying God King—at his towering, thirty-foot figure, his face so majestic it was almost sacred, and his Dark Gold eyes, like solidified magma.
The corners of Fang Chen's mouth slowly curved upward.
It was a cold, amused smile, the kind one wore at the sight of something utterly absurd—like an adult watching a child wave a branch and declare himself ruler of the entire forest.
Then Fang Chen spoke.
"Are you finished?"
His voice was not loud, yet every living being present heard it clearly. Beneath its calm lay the ease and certainty of someone stating a fact.
"If you're done!"
Fang Chen's figure blurred. In the next instant, he soared into the heavens, rose to the Undying God King's height, and met his gaze.
"Arrogant!"
The Undying God King flew into a rage. In his eyes, he stood above all others. He was the Undying God King, ruler of this world.
Yet Fang Chen had dared to rise to his level. It was a challenge to his dignity.
"I'm arrogant. What of it?"
Fang Chen stared at him, the corner of his mouth lifting. Then he raised his right hand and slowly spread his fingers, palm facing the Undying God King.
In the next instant, his open hand snapped shut.
As his fingers closed, the Void twisted violently, as though an invisible giant hand had seized it.
The phantom of an enormous hand appeared around the Undying God King. Chaos-Colored from end to end, it shimmered with the Eight-Colored Radiance. It looked like a solid hand reaching straight out of the Void, its fingers long and powerful, its palm covered in fine lines like a star chart.
A brief flicker of surprise crossed the Undying God King's Dark Gold eyes. He was like a