"I, An Lan, have fought countless bloody battles throughout my cultivation. Heavenly Horned Ant, you only just broke through to the Immortal King Realm. Instead of hiding away to build your foundations, you came here to die.
"This time, I will reduce all you remnants of the Primordial Ancient Realm to dust."
Blazing immortal radiance erupted from An Lan, his fighting spirit as vast as the sea. He had participated in several battles to surround and kill Immortal King Giants, yet he had survived to this day. His own combat prowess was unparalleled. Though both were Peak Immortal Kings, Yu Tuo was certainly no match for him.
"An Lan, you're nothing but a fart! I wasn't afraid of you even when I was a Quasi-Immortal King. Now that I've entered the Immortal King Realm, even if I've only just crossed the threshold, you have no right to swagger and shout in front of me!"
The Heavenly Horned Ant looked peerlessly valiant, his golden hair whipping wildly. Gripping a leg of the Origin-Mother Cauldron in one hand, he clashed head-on with An Lan. "If you're going to fight, then fight! What's with all the bullshit? Is talking going to make you stronger?"
Watching this, Xiao Tian inexplicably felt like laughing. He knew how good An Lan, the king of grandiose boasts, was at talking. Unfortunately, because Xiao Tian had changed the course of the story, An Lan had suffered repeated setbacks and had eventually become far less talkative.
Now that he faced the Heavenly Horned Ant, however, An Lan truly had little advantage.
What did it mean to be one of the Ten Fiends? The Heavenly Horned Ant's understanding of the Dao and its arts was not much inferior to An Lan's. What he lacked was time. Once enough time passed,