Boom!
A terrifying aura erupted from Di Jun in an instant.
Heaven and earth seemed to warp and wrinkle beneath the will of that tyrannical sovereign. Even the void threatened to crumble and collapse.
Qingyuan, caught directly in its path, felt as though he had been struck by a heavy blow.
It was as if he carried one Great Thousand Worlds after another on his back.
The dreadful pressure drove his shoulders down, nearly forcing him to his knees.
Yet he withstood that furious pressure.
He laughed loudly. "So Di Jun can't bear to lose either!"
"I'm not your demon minister. I draw no salary from you, take no favors from you, and consume not a scrap of the Demon Race's Fortune Aura. When have I ever taken the slightest benefit from you or the Demon Race?"
"If you lose, it's my fault? If you win, do I get the credit too?"
"Will you, Di Jun, give me the seat of Co-Ruler of Heaven and Earth? Will you give me the Heavenly Court?"
Faced with Di Jun's anger,
the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect showed none of his usual modesty.
He was even astonishingly bold, daring to say such things.
Di Jun froze at first.
Then he lowered his head, his aura receding. His expression turned heavy.
Truthfully,
the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect owed him nothing.
The Demon Race had given the First Disciple of Intercepting Sect no benefits. On the contrary, Di Jun still owed him favors he had never repaid.
He had reacted that way just now
because he was nowhere near as calm inside as he appeared.
The Demon Race's terrible losses pained him to the core.
His heart was bleeding!
In a moment of confusion, he had vented his frustration on the First Disciple of