You're Not Even Qualified to Queue Up to Be a Foot-Washing Maid

"Don't underestimate me. I'm already Yao Shu—"

Qingshan was about to be driven mad by him. What kind of man was this? The moment he opened his mouth, poison dripped from his tongue.

She was, after all, Sacred Heaven Manor's foremost divine general. Having obtained the Cosmic Gourd this time, she had benefited enormously and already advanced to Yao Shu.

Yet someone as powerful as her had become, in this man's mouth, someone who could not be of much help.

"I'm stating facts."

Liu Chengfeng spread his hands.

"With my Yao Shu strength, I can fight even Thunder Mother and Evil Ghost King."

Qingshan snapped irritably. Naturally, being looked down upon did not feel good.

What she said was also true. As Young Sacred Heaven's foremost divine general, with Yao Shu strength, she truly could fight Thunder Mother and Liu Shisan.

"Them? Killing them would be no hardship. Using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken, that's all."

Liu Chengfeng answered flatly.

"Using a butcher's cleaver to kill a chicken? You mean my Divine Lord is the same?"

Qingshan replied sourly.

"You're about the same."

Liu Chengfeng glanced at her. He was an honest boy and merely spoke the truth.

"You, a First-Rank True God, are a butcher's cleaver—"

Qingshan was going mad from anger. Every time, this man managed to infuriate her to death. She had never seen such a narcissistic man.

"A butcher's cleaver? That was me being modest. At the very least, I'm a Dragon-Slaying Saber."

Liu Chengfeng was exceedingly honest. He laid all his cards on the table.

"You—"

Qingshan's face flushed red, and she was so angry she could not speak.

She admitted that this man had ability, but he bragged far too highly of himself. She had never seen such a shamelessly arrogant man.