Who could have imagined that anyone would still have the leisure to drink tea during the tense, thrilling melee of the thirteenth round!
The mighty figures of the Six Realms watched the young man sipping tea with his legs crossed, then looked at the cannon-fodder Demon Beast King trembling all over as he held his teacup. Their mouths twitched in unison.
"Does... does he even take this melee seriously?!"
"The Netherworld King and Ghost Princess are fighting for their lives, and he's drinking tea?!"
"Isn't this fellow from the Human Realm... a little too relaxed?!"
"Look, even the hooded man's mouth seemed to twitch just now. He must be speechless!"
"How... arrogant!"
The Heaven-Swallowing Demon Beast King watched his own First Epoch Demon Beast King trembling across from Xiao Yan. His face alternated between livid and pale, but in the end, he said nothing.
What could he say?
The cannon fodder he had sent to his death was at least still alive. He had even... gotten some tea.
"This tea is good."
Xiao Yan set down his teacup, smacked his lips, and turned to look at the center of the battlefield.
The Netherworld King slowly climbed out of the rubble. His Netherworld King True Form had been shattered by a single palm strike. It was an innate divine ability he had nurtured for a trillion years; now that it had shattered, he would need at least several thousand years of arduous cultivation to form it again.
Ghost Princess sat sprawled nearby. All eighty-one of her afterimages had dispersed, and her Netherworld Ghost Hand had been utterly obliterated.
Ghost Princess fell silent.
The Netherworld King fell silent.
The mighty figures of the Six Realms fell silent as well.
This brat from the Human Realm...
Ghost Princess slowly stood and drew a