Tang San was somewhat at a loss for words.
At that moment, he actually felt that the Abyssal Demon he had released was a little... thickheaded?
In truth, Tang San had guessed right. This Demon Lord was indeed a little thickheaded; otherwise, he would never have been used. Of course, under the normal course of events, that would not happen until tens of thousands of years later.
"Do you think there's anyone here besides me?"
He answered irritably.
"Lowly insect, is that how you address Demon Lord Alba?"
Alba's temper was like an explosive waiting to ignite, and Tang San's attitude instantly lit the fuse.
The enormous purple-gold sword in his hand whipped up a gale as he slashed at Tang San.
Its terrifying force was enough to strike fear into an ordinary Titled Douluo.
But how could an ordinary Titled Douluo compare to Tang San now?
Though his Clear Sky Hammer moved later, it arrived first, blocking in front of him. A mere light tap deflected Alba's enormous sword. The maneuver was exquisitely precise, and Tang San executed it without the slightest awkwardness.
Tang San owed much of his current prowess to Tang Chen. After integrating Tang Chen's insights, he had thoroughly mastered the Clear Sky Nine Absolutes and could wield them effortlessly.
"Lowly ant, you dare provoke me!"
After his failed strike, Alba flew into a humiliated rage. Purple flames ignited across his body, spreading so quickly that even the purple-gold sword in his hand caught fire in an instant.
Tang San could clearly see the space within a hundred meters of Alba twisting from the heat.
Yet he remained calm.
The fact remained: however powerful Alba was, he had not reached god level. That meant Tang San could only suppress him. Everything was under control.
"Hmph!"
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