They Had Several Million Cultivators-Unbelievably Powerful

Fangs bared, Moose's purpose was obvious: he was proving that he was a vampire~!

See? I've got fangs right here, and you still say I'm not a vampire? At this point, he wasn't afraid anymore.

Screw you, God Projection!

So you're just a weakling. That Holy Light was so blinding, yet it couldn't hurt me in the slightest... Why the hell should I be afraid of you?!

Then... the ancestor is awesome!!!

God's Flower is awesome!

So you're God Projection? You want to kill me with a single beam of Holy Light? Who the hell do you think you are?! If that damned Hua Nation cultivator hadn't stolen our ancestor, I'd be fighting you to the death right now! Moose was practically bursting with excitement inside, but he didn't dare show it too much.

After all, the other side was God Projection, at least in name.

Although one blast of Holy Light hadn't killed him, it had only been one blast. He might not be able to withstand those divine arts or weapons!

Er, fine. It wasn't that the attack hadn't killed him—it was that he hadn't felt anything at all. In fact, it had felt rather comfortable.

But even so, he couldn't get too reckless. He had to be a little cautious. What if he was accidentally killed? Still, he really wanted to know exactly where his limits lay!

He even felt an impulse...

If I can't beat that damned cultivator from Hua Nation, can't I beat you?! When I saw that cultivator back then, I couldn't help kneeling. But when I saw you, I didn't react at all. That proves you're not as powerful as that cultivator from Hua Nation!

So God Projection is this weak? He suddenly felt a little swollen with confidence. "God Projection, you're bullying