The process of befriending the Void Empress had not gone smoothly. As a member of the Void Race, she had received nothing but an education in the law of the jungle within the void—whoever was capable rose to the top. She judged others entirely by their own strength.
Thus, unlike Sky-Splitting Void Kun and the Great Powers of the Myriad Realms, she did not value Su Qing's many titles. She looked only at his actual strength.
"Fellow Daoist, please forgive me. I am not accustomed to dealing with living beings of average strength. I fear I may be unable to restrain my inner desire to devour you."
The Void Empress gave the approaching Su Qing an apologetic smile, leaving Su Qing—who had already been prepared to offer his own blood essence for all living beings under heaven, thereby conquering both this woman and the Void Race—momentarily stunned!
Average?
I was average? How could I possibly be average!
He had cultivated for less than a thousand years, honed his body until it was hard as iron, and could shatter stars with one punch as casually as eating and drinking. His primordial spirit soared high into the clouds; with one thought came wind and rain, with another, clear skies.
With this body, this physique, could he be considered average?
And then there was his status in the Myriad Worlds. Before the Heavenly Emperor emerged, he was the Heavenly Emperor's Emissary. Once the Heavenly Emperor emerged, perhaps he would be the Heavenly Emperor's immense potential, a candidate for Human Emperor, the Puppet Master of All Heavens, and the Kaiyuan State Lord.
With this identity, this standing, could he be considered average?
Though his heart was filled with indignation, there was nothing he could do. This Void Empress did not know how to appreciate