Meanwhile...
Boom! Golden light blazed, and Li Xiaoya flashed into view several thousand feet in front of the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord... He stared coldly at him and said, "Sacred Lord! You can't escape!"
"Hmph! Immortal Race brat! How about a wager?" Unexpectedly... the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord seemed to stop attacking and spoke to Li Xiaoya in a low voice...
"A wager?" Li Xiaoya smiled faintly. Naturally, he remembered how he had swindled the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord back then. Looking at him with a half-smile, he said, "Come now! Demon Marshal Sacred Lord, do you really think I'd make a wager with you?"
"You...!" The Demon Marshal Sacred Lord choked on his words. Naturally, he could see the playful mockery in Li Xiaoya's smile, but he was an old devil who had lived for who knew how long. How could he possibly be provoked so easily? Instead, he said coldly, "Hmph! What's wrong? Not only did I let you reap such a huge benefit back then, but now the Immortal Ancestor's successor has become this fainthearted?"
The Demon Marshal Sacred Lord certainly had a thick hide. His meaning was clear: I let you swindle me once back then and didn't even hold it against you, yet you turn your back on me after pocketing the benefits? He made it sound as though Li Xiaoya owed him something...
"Oh! Now that you put it that way, Lord Sacred Lord, I really do feel a little embarrassed!" Li Xiaoya said with a grin. "Hehe! I stole the Immortal Ancestor's inheritance that you'd guarded for millions of years. I'm terribly sorry...!" His guilty expression was plainly sarcasm taken to the extreme. Bloodshot veins surged into the Demon Marshal Sacred Lord's eyes as he watched. Clearly, he had been enraged, but he