Tan Pang's cold, disdainful reply traveled through the distant green mountains, ringing in the ears of the figure watching in secret.
She froze slightly, then snorted. "Ha. You're a Divine Inheritor. You're noble, you're so impressive. Then let's see who comes out on top."
Inside the Pill Hall, Tan Pang looked at Ren Ye with his hands behind his back and said softly, "Since we've entered this game, victory and defeat should both be decided within its rules. If you were just some nameless pawn from the Migration Land, I'd only need to have the remnant souls swarm you and slaughter you outright. But you're a Human Emperor who bears human destiny. If I win, I'll defeat you alone. Otherwise... the title of Divine Inheritor would carry too little weight."
Ren Ye looked at that familiar, "kindly" fat face and smiled. "There aren't many lunatics in the Chaos Faction who care about both substance and appearances like you do. Are you trying to establish a public persona in the Migration Land?"
"A lunatic?"
Tan Pang said helplessly, "Unless you're blind, you should be able to see that I'm the most normal of the eight."
"I act according to my preferences alone. Whether I care about substance and appearances also depends on who I'm dealing with. A persona? You think far too little of me..."
At this, he slowly raised a hand. "After you!"
"After you."
Ren Ye raised a hand in response.
Whoosh!
Tan Pang pointed at the ground. Two clusters of black light abruptly flared, and their voices vanished instantly.
One breath later.
Ren Ye emerged from the black light above the Pill Hall, his feet planted on the Phoenix Fire Furnace. Facing the cold wind alone, he gazed calmly at the densely packed Great Might Heavenly Dragons