The smile on Lan Jinghe's face stiffened slightly.
She instinctively tensed her back, and the Divine Power throughout her body nearly erupted on its own.
A stormy sea rose in her heart.
After all, she was now someone familiar with the power of gods. Without exaggeration, if she were given another year to completely master the authority of her Divine Position, she would become the first Second-Level God on this plane!
Yet she was already a bona fide True God, wielding the Three Laws of the Deep Sea and ranking among the continent's foremost powerhouses. But beneath Zhong Shenxiu's pressure, she actually felt her breathing stall.
This guy... he was clearly only a Titled Douluo. How could he have such an overwhelming presence?
It was as though she was not facing a Titled Douluo, but a slumbering true dragon that could overturn rivers and seas with the slightest movement.
Lan Jinghe gritted her teeth and forced herself to meet his gaze. The smile remained on her face, and she showed no sign of backing down. "Dragon King, that's not quite fair. I'm the one scouting the way, and I'm the one taking the risks, yet we split the benefits evenly. No matter how you look at it, I'm the one getting the short end of the stick, aren't I?"
She refused to budge, wanting to secure more benefits.
Zhong Shenxiu let out a derisive laugh and leaned closer. The distance between them narrowed, and the pressure grew heavier.
"Getting the short end of the stick?"
Zhong Shenxiu's tone was calm, but every word carried unquestionable certainty. "Don't get this wrong, Demon Empress. I'm not asking you for help. We need each other."
"This was something we settled long ago!"
Lan Jinghe pressed her lips together and stared at him for