By this point, Satan could no longer look down on this opponent—or rather, he had to elevate him to the level of a true "opponent."
No matter who it was, no matter what method they used, anyone capable of obtaining the power of the Book of Creation's origin laws right beneath the Supreme Three Angels' noses deserved that measure of respect.
Even Satan himself might not necessarily have been capable of it.
Satan slowly nodded. "I underestimated you. You are qualified to stand before me. But that is all. You still lack the ability to shake my will."
"I admit that I was the one manipulating the three great empires from behind the scenes. There is indeed a conflict of interests between us." Chen Rui withdrew his "Purple Extreme Star Transformation," returning to his ordinary state. "However, whether it is the Dark Temple or the Temple of Light, they are merely tools for stealing faith. The so-called Supreme Three Angels remain shut out by that gate even now, including Michael, who calls himself 'the one closest to God.' Don't you think this is a case of the loss outweighing the gain?"
"Michael?" Satan said arrogantly. "What he cannot do does not mean I cannot do it."
Chen Rui frowned. Most of the peak pseudo-gods he had encountered had stood atop the world for countless years. They were exceedingly confident—or perhaps, arrogant.
"I do not know what basis you have for that comparison. Perhaps there are many things I do not know. But I do know one other thing. Faith is not the only path to godhood. There is another possible shortcut: destruction and creation."
A gleam flashed through Satan's eyes. "You mean..."
"The pinnacle of power is absolute, but there is more than one path to that summit. Destruction and