"An interesting encounter, an interesting form."
Facing Fu Qian's domineering claim, the blasphemer, wearing the same face, smiled in a distinctly inhuman way.
"I won't deny the parasite accusation, but your form of existence is far more evil than mine."
"How so?"
Realizing he'd encountered a new piece of knowledge, Fu Qian immediately asked without shame.
Heh heh heh...
Unfortunately, the other party couldn't shake his villainous habits. After a string of cold laughs, he vanished like a bubble.
At almost the same moment, the giant face overhead quickly retreated, as if afraid of getting splattered with dog shit.
Or perhaps it had already been splattered and needed to hurry back and wash it off.
"I'm the real—"
Just as only the last section of the giant claw remained, a lightning-fast sweep interrupted the Mal Brothers' argument, tore out some kind of intangible chaos, and made it vanish in an instant.
Sure enough, that was decisive. Just as I'd hoped.
Seeing that his opponent hadn't even left him with a parting threat, Fu Qian was quite satisfied.
The main thing was that False God Incarnation was also nearing its limit. If he didn't leave now, Fu Qian might have to resort to a bit of violence.
For now...
After checking once more that Ji Liushuang was perfectly fine—and that even the unusual state of the space around them had disappeared—countless scale-less serpents burst from the Tyrant's body, engulfing the Mal Brothers, who had only just returned to normal.
Faced with this full-force assault, the Mal Brothers were smashed to pieces in an instant, like children's piggy banks.
And what spilled out wasn't even flesh and blood. From every place that could be called a space—even inside their teeth—cocoon-born creatures of every size struggled free and immediately burst into golden flames.