Qin stood atop the Demon Battle Platform, unable to make sense of it no matter how hard he thought.
The demons watching around Demon King Ridge were even more dumbfounded.
What was going on?
Demon King Qin had seized the initiative from Prince Guangguai and launched an attack, yet Guangguai had dodged it without taking a single hit?
Although those demonic spears condensed from demonic energy looked a little low-rent, lacking any earth-shattering presence, it was still an attack from a Demon King!
And it could not even kill a Demon Prince below level thirty?
Not only could it not kill him, it seemed it had not even scraped off a patch of skin!
What was Demon King Qin doing?
Was he deliberately holding back?
Had he lost his mind?!
It was one thing to yield to Guangguai during the twenty-eight cycles before ascending the Demon Battle Platform.
After all, the traditions of the Holy Domain stood there, and from somewhere beyond the void, the Holy Lord's gaze might descend at any time.
But now they were already on the Demon Battle Platform, so why was he still yielding?
The first preemptive strike launched by a Demon King who had been max level for years, a God Favored One whose divinity was nearly full, against a Demon Prince not yet level thirty, had actually been dodged without damage?
Where was your dignity as a Demon King?
Where was the foundation you had accumulated over three hundred years?!
Had it all grown on Green Mushroom Imps??
"Fuck, what's wrong with Demon King Qin? I bet he could one-shot Prince Guangguai, and now I'm going to lose everything..."
"Yeah, it really feels like he's fucking holding back on purpose..."
"Hey, hey, do you think Demon King Qin might have secretly joined the