While war raged fiercely over there, the battle here was just as intense.
Flames blazed around Ma Hongjun, while Ten Heads' eyes gleamed with sinister light.
"Just you lot think you can defeat me?"
He swept his gaze over the demons: a three-headed hound, an Emerald Swan, and an illusory Soul Beast. Though they differed somewhat from the forms in his memories, Ma Hongjun did not care in the slightest.
"Just a scrub chicken. A lazy scrub chicken, too. And a cowardly scrub chicken at that."
Demon Spirit was introverted, and Bi Ji was kind-hearted, so the task of trash-talking naturally fell to Scarlet King.
Know yourself and know your enemy, and you can fight a hundred battles without defeat. They had all gathered information on these gods beforehand.
After choosing his target, Scarlet King had focused on collecting information about Ma Hongjun. He had never expected this so-called Phoenix God to have such a past. It was absolutely hilarious.
"That's right. Deep down, I used to be that scrub chicken—cowardly and lazy. That was why I lost the chance to inherit the Fire God's position, and why I left Xiang Xiang behind in the lower realm."
Ma Hongjun admitted it calmly, his eyes filled with deep sorrow—for himself, and for the girl in white within his heart.
"But now, I am the Phoenix God. The past cannot be reclaimed, but the future can be changed. Mere Soul Beasts, die."
Ma Hongjun could naturally sense that his opponents were weaker than him, yet they still gave him a faint sense of danger. He would not underestimate the Soul Beasts before him.
Scarlet King's fur stood on end. He could feel the other side's aura growing stronger and stronger, the flames becoming hotter and hotter, until even he felt the scorching