Facing Pangu, who was angry yet again, Wu Chu did not panic. Shaking his head, he said, "How can this be called a threat? This is called courtesy before force. Though you are the master of the Primordial Land, if you cannot convince us that you will not slaughter the living beings of the Primordial World at will and destroy it, how could we dare let you revive? Even if you did revive, we would still ultimately meet in battle. We truly do not wish to become your enemy, yet we cannot ignore the lives of all beings in the Primordial World..."
And that was not a threat?
Hypocrite!
Pangu folded his arms, gritted his steel-like teeth, and looked down at Wu Chu. His enormous eyes seemed to blaze with fire, laws manifesting within them as sparks danced.
Facing this colossal god, Wu Chu was unafraid and raised his head to look up at him.
In the silent, profound endless starry sky, a colossal god tens of thousands of zhang tall and a human as tiny as dust before him stood quietly confronting one another, one looking down and the other looking up.
Two auras gradually swept through the starry expanse. One was domineering and fierce, tearing heaven and splitting earth; the other was upright and majestic, vast and boundless.
The two auras were evenly matched, standing in opposition.
After a long while, the colossal god finally said in a deep, booming voice, "Do you know what that land will face after I revive?"
The dust-like human shook his head. "I do not! But no matter what it faces, so long as it does not become an enemy of the living beings of the Primordial World or destroy the heavens and earth of the Primordial World, we will treat it