Li Yang was not being outrageously arrogant.
He was stating a fact.
Had the man and the dragon truly lived in the same era, even someone as powerful as Yinglong would ultimately have lost to Li Yang.
With enough lice, another bite meant nothing. Besides, these were enemies of the Nine Provinces; he had even less reason to fear them.
Yinglong said nothing more.
Trading barbs with a junior was beneath him, even if he won.
Besides, this brat had just killed his eldest daughter and was riding the crest of his triumph.
"You're up next."
Yinglong addressed a young man of the Demon Race who had taken human form.
The young man wore white robes, and a single horn grew from his head, covered in runes of the primordial eight trigrams.
"I shouldn't go yet," the young man said. "The others should wear him down first. Otherwise, if I die too, we may suffer an unbroken string of defeats."
Yinglong's eyes narrowed. "Are you questioning me?"
The young man showed no fear. "I should hold the rear and make sure this Human Race Sword Cultivator stays on the battlefield forever."
"I don't need you to hold the rear. I have a more suitable candidate," Yinglong said coldly.
Just then-
Among the eighteen Demon Race Crown Champions who had yet to enter, a fair-skinned youth smiled faintly.
"I am undefeated."
The young man's brow furrowed, then relaxed after he sensed the fair-skinned youth's aura.
"If it's you, then yes, you are undefeated."
Wang Dabao prepared five dishes from the Taiyin Dragon, and Li Yang ate every last bite.
He circulated the Nirvana Thousand-Forging Art, rapidly digesting the energy in his stomach and spreading it through his limbs and bones.
He had to admit that Wang Dabao's cooking was far