Though Meng Chuan was only a wisp of divine consciousness, he could still take on everyone in the Heaven Ranking at this point in The One and Only with ease, let alone this paltry Demon Yuan.
It was not as if the fellow was called the Primordial Heavenly Demon!
"Great Emperor, the golden manual isn't mine, and neither is the silver one." Meng Qi's face was covered in blood, but he found the Great Emperor rather ridiculous.
What are you, both the old beggar and the river God? Playing two roles at once?
"Great Emperor, just help me pound that Demon Head to death." Meng Qi jerked his chin toward Demon Yuan. "He still has Tathagata's God Palm!"
Meng Qi looked at Demon Yuan smugly. Stunned, aren't you? I can call in backup!
Meng Chuan shook his head in disappointment. "Since neither the gold nor the silver one is yours..." The two manuals vanished. Then he raised his hand and slapped Meng Qi on the back of the head.
"Then this big slap must be yours!"
He grabbed Meng Qi by the collar and hurled him at Demon Yuan.
"Go on, Little Meng!"
As Meng Qi flew through the air, his wounds healed rapidly and his aura surged higher with every passing moment.
"Great Emperor! You'll get me killed!" Meng Qi wailed. He had never expected to end up like this after calling out his backer.
"Didn't you want to kill him? Do it yourself!" Meng Chuan ignored his cries. If Meng Qi still could not beat Demon Yuan after that slap, Meng Chuan would go find the Virtuous Heavenly Venerable and discuss firing him on the spot!
Yan Chixia: Great Emperor, Little Meng isn't a match for Demon Yuan, is he?
Yan Chixia was worried. Demon Yuan was unquestionably