Yang Chen did not rush to answer Xing Tong's blunt question. He merely smiled gently. "Between your insect clan and the Spirit God Clan, whose strength is greater?"
Xing Tong blinked and said calmly, "Comparatively speaking, if they are merely ordinary Spirit Gods, our insect clan can contend with them. Even if we cannot defeat them, we would not necessarily lose. But if they are Royal Spirit Gods, that is another matter. Even our insect clan's Insect Mothers would find them difficult to contend against. Come to think of it..."
Xing Tong spoke with a trace of reproach, "I was clearly the one asking you. How did it turn into you asking me instead?"
Yang Chen rubbed his nose and said gently, "I am somewhat stronger than you, so you can use your own strength to estimate mine. It should not be difficult."
Xing Tong shot Yang Chen an irritated glance. She had wanted to use the Spirit God Clan to gauge Yang Chen's strength. Yet the result was glaringly obvious—Yang Chen still kept his lips sealed tight.
Moreover, she did not believe a single word Yang Chen said.
Somewhat stronger?
She did not know whether Yang Chen was trying to save her face or what, but she knew very clearly that his strength surpassed hers by far more than a mere little bit!
Still, Xing Tong said softly, "Fine, I will not ask anymore. But there is something I must remind you of. It is perfectly normal for you to defeat ordinary Spirit Gods. However, the Royal Spirit God Clan is exceedingly rare, so you may not have encountered them before. But during this journey into the Forbidden Spirit Dao Palace, there will certainly be no shortage of royal experts from the Spirit God Clan. I hope that if