The Question of Address

The Void Supreme was shocked and furious. That bastard Jiang Ping'an really was something else. He had already become an immortal, yet still had the nerve to challenge him to a one-on-one fight?

I'll challenge your grandmother!

Yun Zhi had not sat in the Emperor's throne for long when she saw the void realm shatter. The Void Supreme had been beaten and kicked by Jiang Ping'an until he was barely recognizable.

Abilities such as regrowing severed limbs and reviving from a drop of blood all failed at this moment. The Void Supreme's injuries worsened at a visible rate, unable to heal.

Plop.

The Void Supreme was thrown to the ground. Jiang Ping'an let out a long breath and wiped at the nonexistent sweat on his forehead, as if he had just endured a bitter battle.

"Void, I didn't cheat this time. We fought one-on-one, and everything came down to our true abilities. This time, you should be convinced of your defeat, shouldn't you?"

Ever since becoming an immortal, Jiang Ping'an had never had the chance to show off in front of an old acquaintance. He had waited a hundred thousand years for this opportunity, never expecting it to finally come today.

Refreshing.

If the Void Supreme had not been in so much pain that he could not even stand, he would have pounced on Jiang Ping'an and bitten through his neck.

"This throne is pretty nice. Who did you have make it?" Jiang Ping'an noticed the Emperor's throne Yun Zhi was sitting on. If he had not recently been advocating a simple lifestyle, he would have wanted to make such an imposing throne himself.

"A specialty of the demon domain. It was a gift from my junior brother."

"I remember your junior brother is called Lu Yang?" Jiang Ping'an rarely