"They're just pawns. Infiltrating their ranks would be useless; they don't know anything important."
The God Emperor shook his head, unconvinced that infiltrating the Yellow Springs Holy Palace would do any good.
Though the Yellow Springs Sacred Ancestor, the Profound Nether Empress, and the others had all been raised by Teng Emperor's faction, they definitely had no access to the core. They were merely tools to be ordered around.
"True. By the way, why didn't you kick Trollo's ass just now? I thought you were going to." The Hell Lord grinned.
After spending so much time with the God Emperor, he'd caught the kicking habit too. That stuff was addictive. There was an indescribable thrill in kicking someone in the ass. It felt great.
Before he knew it, he couldn't give it up.
He used to fight with his fists and magic weapons. Now, whenever he fought, he'd sneak attack if he could, then suddenly land a kick on his opponent's backside.
His opponents would curse and swear, while he laughed his head off.
"The beings of the Myriad Worlds are all watching. I have my dignity to consider. How could I do something that would make me lose face?"
The God Emperor glanced at the Hell Lord. "Unlike you, I don't let doing whatever I want become my defining personality trait."
"The way you put it, you'd think I had no shame at all." The Hell Lord spread his hands. Sure, he could be a little too freewheeling, but he still cared about his dignity.
"Actually, given my temperament, I wanted to kill Trollo. I spared him only for Tian Ningyue's sake," the God Emperor said.
With his personality, there was no way he'd let such a provocation slide. It wasn't something he could settle with just a slap.