"Taiyi, I never expected you to had been plotting against me from the very beginning."
"Perhaps when I first appeared before you, you had already seen through my origins?"
Thunder Saint's expression darkened as he looked at Taiyi with frustration and said in a muffled voice.
"Haha, we're the same. We're both old foxes who have lived for thousands of Chaos Epochs. Why bother playing tricks meant to fool ghosts?"
Taiyi smiled without answering, then gave a dark chuckle.
Thunder Saint snorted and said no more.
"Thunder Saint, enough nonsense. Fight or make peace—draw the line."
Seeing that Thunder Saint seemed to have exhausted all his tricks, Taiyi no longer paid him any mind and spoke bluntly.
"Taiyi, everything I said before was true."
Apparently knowing that Taiyi would never let him go unless he revealed the truth, Thunder Saint could only speak with a helpless expression.
After all, although this body was merely an incarnation, this sliver of divine sense contained one ten-thousandth of his true body's origin.
Even Taiyi would not have easily abandoned such a thing if he were in the same situation.
Much less Thunder Saint, whose cultivation and comprehension were inferior even to Taiyi's true body.
"Heh, do you think I would believe you?"
"Thunder Venerable."
Taiyi said with a cold sneer.
"If you don't believe me, there is nothing else I can do."
"You might as well kill me."
Thunder Saint put on the air of someone who had given up all hope.
"Then I will ask you a question. You must answer truthfully."
After a brief pause, Taiyi spoke.
"Ask."
"Who stands behind the Beast Race?"
Hearing this, Thunder Saint's face immediately filled with surprise.
"I thought you would ask about my origins, or about our Thunder Saint Sect."
"I never expected you