The disdainful tone clearly reached the ears of the Blood Prison Divine King.
There was no shock, no fear—only the same indifference as always.
It seemed that the words "Divine King" were not particularly frightening in his eyes.
"What did you say?"
The Blood Prison Divine King's scarlet eyes instantly widened, fury almost erupting into tangible flames.
He had thought that once he revealed his title, this ignorant junior would be scared witless, begging for mercy on his knees.
A Divine King was an supreme existence standing at the pinnacle of the entire Northern Peace Continent, looking down across the ages and ruling over an entire region.
Even though he had now been reduced to a wisp of lingering consciousness, possessing less than one ten-thousandth of his strength from when he was alive,
his power was still far beyond what a mere Divine Sect cultivator could imagine.
"Ant, do you know what a Divine King is?"
The Blood Prison Divine King laughed from sheer fury, killing intent seeping into his voice.
"Do you know what an insurmountable heavenly chasm lies between the Divine Sect and the Divine King realms?"
"I admit that the Chaos Qi surrounding you is very special, and your battle power far exceeds your cultivation realm."
"But so what?"
"Before me, you're still nothing more than a slightly stronger ant."
He extended one finger, scarlet light swirling around its tip.
It condensed into a tiny streak of blood-red Sword Qi, radiating an edge sharp enough to pierce through anything.
"Although only a remnant of my consciousness remains, I've absorbed millions of years of ominous energy and resentment here. I condensed power that already approaches the Early Divine Lord Realm long ago."
"Killing you will be as easy as reaching into a bag for an object."
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