What was his confidence based on?
Chen Changan knew full well that flowery boasting could never truly sway the Fire God Clan's patriarch.
Only something real could move him.
"Strength!"
The Fire God Clan's patriarch looked at Chen Changan with some surprise. He had expected Chen Changan to come up with all sorts of vague, insubstantial things to prove his confidence.
But he hadn't expected him to say "strength."
Whose strength?
His?
Or did he have some hidden expert backing him?
"Does your sect have some hidden super-strong expert?" the Fire God Clan's patriarch asked curiously.
"I mean my strength!"
"That's the greatest source of my confidence!"
Your strength?
What strength could you possibly have?
You're just a High-level Saint. If someone hadn't told him back then that Chen Changan could solve the Fire God Clan's problem, the patriarch wouldn't have given a man like him the time of day.
"Ahem!"
"That's not a very funny joke."
"You're only a High-level Saint. To be honest, the fact that you destroyed two branch halls of the Eternal Sacred Hall is already very surprising."
"And the fact that you've managed to survive until now is even more surprising."
"But that doesn't mean your strength is enough to stand against the Eternal Sacred Hall and the Anti-Saint Alliance."
"You're not the sort of ignorant person who'd think otherwise."
The Fire God Clan's patriarch didn't bother with pleasantries. Instead, he said everything he was thinking.
Seeing that the other man didn't believe him, Chen Changan wasn't offended.
"Sometimes, you have to put someone's strength to the test before you can know."
"How about we make a bet?" Chen Changan asked with a smile.
The Fire God Clan's patriarch paused, unsure what Chen Changan was up to. But Mu Yunyao, standing nearby, burst into laughter.