"Young God Slayer, do you intend to challenge me?"
Voban looked at Xu Yue, who had suddenly stepped in front of him, a mocking smile appearing on his face.
He had no memory whatsoever of his earlier experience of having even his thoughts and will completely frozen.
"There are differences even among God Slayers. At this point, how many Authorities do you possess?"
"You would actually oppose me for the sake of a mere mortal..."
Voban was an exceedingly proud man. He found it utterly unbelievable that a junior would choose to oppose him in order to fulfill a mortal's wishes.
"So what if they are mortal? Aside from those Primordial Demon Gods, who did not transform from mortals? Marquis Voban, were you any different?"
"If I remember correctly, Voban was a name you chose for yourself. Let me think... it seemed to be the name of a dog owned by the noble family that governed your territory back then."
Xu Yue rubbed the bridge of his nose and spoke with a casual smile.
"By that logic, pet dogs really are inferior to mortals..."
Xu Yue's tone had been one of calm, matter-of-fact narration.
Yet there was no denying that the effect of saying such words was simply explosive.
Perhaps Voban no longer cared much about his past and could even joke about it himself, but having someone else tear open that old wound right in front of him was an entirely different experience.
Without question, it felt incredibly bitter...
Marquis Voban, who appeared to be a wise gentleman, could no longer maintain his composure after hearing Xu Yue's words.
He raised a hand and waved it at Xu Yue, gritting his teeth as he said,
"Kill him!"
As soon as the words fell, the undead powerhouses behind Voban—each at