"Yesterday, when he fought that Saxton demon, he had to spend so much time. If it were me, I could have settled it in just a few minutes!"
Uproar!
"Haha, as expected of the Demon God's Shame. Saying something like that—doesn't he fear the demon race will cough up blood?"
"Your Excellency, I think Aodebiao is only telling the truth. After all, he really is a demon-race killer, so if that God of Saxton ran into him, maybe he really could settle it in a moment. So Aodebiao isn't bragging!"
"Indeed. The Demon God's Shame sounds very arrogant, but it's actually all fact."
Aodebiao's smug words naturally drew an uproar from the gods in the spectator stands.
However, after everyone thought it over, they felt there was nothing wrong with what Aodebiao had said.
After all, he was Aodebiao, known as the Demon God's Shame, a true killer of the demon race. In terms of killing the demon race, Nalant indeed might not be a match for this Aodebiao.
"Haha, how about it, human ant god? Nothing to say now, right?"
"All right, stop jabbering. Come on, human ant. Let me see how you plan to fight with your life on the line!"
Aodebiao immediately crooked a finger at the human god.
The human god's face flushed crimson, and the look he gave Aodebiao was already filled with blood. He had no idea at all that the fellow before him was actually the existence on whom he had pinned his hopes—the one who might avenge him if he died.
"Go die, you damned Aodebiao!"
The human god's longsword suddenly slashed down, and sword radiance formed once more, cleaving toward Aodebiao.
After Aodebiao confirmed the might of this sword strike, he immediately curled his lip. "So this is all you've got!"