"This must be Lord Sariel. We've met before." A calm voice rang out. The giant pupils slowly shifted their gaze behind Augulas—this peak demigod appeared to be a Dragon Race follower, yet the composure and calm in his eyes far surpassed that of Augulas, a pseudo-god. It was as though he was the true leader.
This person... they had met before?
Although Sariel's gaze made him feel astonishing pressure, Chen Rui was no longer the ignorant boy he once was. After facing peak powerhouses such as Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Satan, and the three rulers of the Abyss head-on, Sariel's pressure could no longer stir the slightest fear or wavering in his heart.
Most importantly, having come here today, he could only win—he could not lose.
Chen Rui gave a faint smile. "My name is Agulie."
The enormous pupils flickered slightly, and their gaze became ever sharper.
"It's a very ordinary name. Not to mention throughout history, even now there are thousands, if not tens of thousands, in the Demon Realm with this name," Chen Rui said calmly. "Lord Sariel seems particularly surprised?"
"It merely happens to be the same as a name in my memories." Sariel finally spoke, his voice seeming to pierce the soul and reverberate through space. "Whether you are the same person or not, you are nothing more than an insignificant ant."
As though he had not heard the contempt in that tone, Chen Rui looked straight into Sariel's Evil Eye. "What I want to emphasize is that this is a father's name. Half a month ago, you took my daughter from this Dragon Race member."
"'She' is your daughter?" Sariel's pupils contracted, then he let out a scornful laugh. "Ridiculous!"
"I don't think it's ridiculous at all. I came today to take my daughter back."
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