"Your Excellency, we have no enmity with you."
"Why are you trying to kill us?" Yang Lingtian looked at him and asked neither humbly nor arrogantly.
He wanted to stall for time and see whether he could find a way to break out of this predicament.
"No enmity?"
When the man in the fire robe heard this, he threw his head back and laughed as if he had heard the greatest joke in the world.
"In this world, weakness is the original sin."
"You're so weak, yet you appeared before me. That means you deserve to die."
"If you want someone to blame, blame your bad luck."
He spoke with such utter conviction and such arrogant conceit.
It was as if, in his eyes, cultivators of the Divine Lord Realm
were no different from ants on the ground, which he could crush to death at will.
"You demonic fiend!"
Yang Dingtian trembled with rage and could no longer hold himself back.
"Today, I, Yang Dingtian, will uphold justice on Heaven's behalf and butcher you, you beast!"
He let out a furious roar, and golden divine power erupted with a boom.
His entire body transformed into a bolt of golden lightning.
Wielding a divine sword, he shot toward the man in the fire robe.
"Dingtian, come back!"
Yang Lingtian's expression changed. He wanted to stop him, but it was already too late.
"Heh heh, what an overconfident fool."
Looking at Yang Dingtian charging over, the man in the fire robe revealed a disdainful sneer.
He was too lazy even to move. He merely flicked a finger.
A wisp of dark-red flame flew from the man's fingertip and swelled in the wind.
In an instant, it transformed into a raging sea of fire that swept toward Yang Dingtian.
This was precisely the