Duanmu Huai especially loved the old routine.
What old routine?
The one where you beat up the small fry and the big one comes running.
For example, you beat up a thug and draw out the thug's boss. Beat up the thug's boss and draw out the boss's boss. Beat up the boss's boss and draw out the boss's boss's master. Beat up the boss's boss's master and draw out...the rest is omitted.
What was the benefit of that?
The benefit was that you didn't have to do anything. You just had to keep beating them up.
That way, you could go all the way from a street thug to the God of Creation...simple, convenient, and straightforward. Nothing could be easier.
All that was bullshit. Just beat them up and be done with it.
That was why Duanmu Huai liked this routine so much.
Look, I killed a Third Rank one, and a Second Rank one came along. If I kill another Second Rank one, won't the Dragon King come? And if I kill the Dragon King, won't the Dragon God come?
However, it was a pity that fantasies were beautiful while reality was cruel.
"Surely they aren't going to chicken out like this?"
Duanmu Huai leaned back in his chair, bored as he watched the uneventful horizon. He had already prepared himself to face even stronger enemies, but the other side had actually stopped sending people?
That made no sense. You were supposed to keep coming, keep throwing yourselves at me. If you couldn't handle it, go find someone stronger. I wanted to see whether there were any otherworldly gods, multiversal gods, Gods of Creation, this god and that god after the Dragon God. They could all die here!
Kill them all. Leave not a single one alive!
And