Seeing Jiang Yun brush off her threat as though it were wind past his ears, the Nine-Hued Mysterious Emperor felt a nameless fury rush to her head.
Across her nearly endless years and countless eras, no one had ever dared to slight her so openly or challenge her authority to her face.
Except, of course, for that demon whose strength rivaled their Ancestors.
"You—"
Her voice trembled with anger. The words that should have carried such crushing pressure caught in her throat, choked off by the fury burning inside her.
In the Nine-Hued Mysterious Emperor's eyes, Jiang Yun was nothing more than an Immortal King.
Even if Emperor Light faintly flickered around him, to someone standing at the pinnacle of the Quasi-Immortal Emperors, the gulf between an Immortal King and an Immortal Emperor was an uncrossable chasm. They were as far apart as clouds and mud.
Vile, hateful wretch. Once I escape, I'll seize your soul and burn it in Nine Netherworld Purgatory for millions upon millions of years. Even that won't quench my hatred. I will never let you off!
The Nine-Hued Mysterious Emperor ground her teeth inwardly, hatred surging through her heart like a raging tide.
Before long, though, she forced down her anger. Reason told her that fury alone would accomplish nothing.
Then a thought struck her: this wretch who knew neither heaven's height nor earth's depth probably had no idea how mysterious and exalted the Ancestral Land truly was.
Even an unparalleled existence like her could enter it only when a great calamity arrived.
So despite the resentment filling her heart, she began to explain patiently. "Jiang Yun, I admit you have remarkable abilities and many talents beyond the ordinary.
"But why go to such lengths, wasting resources beyond counting, to make an enemy of me?