"Which faction do you belong to, sir?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo gazed at the Wind God before him, who seemed capable of stirring the winds and clouds, and asked with unmistakable awe.
The Wind God gave a cold laugh at his question.
His laughter held both arrogance and a hint of loneliness.
"You think you're worthy of asking me?"
As he spoke, his smile slowly faded, replaced by an almost imperceptible sorrow.
"Ah..."
He let out a long sigh, his profound gaze sweeping over everyone present.
"I thought you might be different, but in the end... you're just like those two. Astonishingly pathetic!"
"Just like you, they couldn't even withstand a single move from me!"
With a flick of his finger, the Wind God pointed at the silent Tang Xiao and Yu Yuanzhen.
A trace of contempt flashed through his eyes.
Tang Xiao: ...
Yu Yuanzhen: ...
"Do not think that possessing peak Level 98 power gives you free rein to run rampant!"
"Spirit Hall has deep foundations, more than enough to contend with the likes of you. We have no shortage of experts who can match you!"
A solemn look crossed Chrysanthemum Douluo's brow as he stared straight at the Wind God, his gaze blazing like a torch.
Rather than growing angry, the Wind God burst into laughter.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
His laughter pierced the clouds and split stone, carrying a wild, unbridled arrogance that looked down upon the world.
"Then I truly look forward to it. Unfortunately... you won't live to see it!"
Before his words had faded, he became a blur, moving as swiftly as a phantom and appearing behind Chrysanthemum Douluo in an instant.
A punch followed, bearing the force to destroy heaven and earth. The air itself seemed to tear apart, and the thunderous roar was