In the universe, two figures stood facing each other.
God Glyph looked at Wang Yang, a strange light flickering in his eyes.
"Who are you?"
God Glyph's hoarse voice rang out.
"A sorcerer of Kamar-Taj."
Wang Yang spoke calmly.
"A sorcerer?"
God Glyph gave a disdainful sneer.
"In my day, there were no damned sorcerers."
"Trash from who knows where, and you dare stand in my way!"
God Glyph's expression darkened, and powerful mental power radiated from him.
He attempted to suppress Wang Yang outright with his terrifying mental power.
Yet Wang Yang remained utterly unmoved.
"You're afraid!"
"If you weren't afraid, you wouldn't resort to tricks like this. You think a few words will provoke my an-
"ger?"
"It seems you really have fallen behind after all these years."
Wang Yang spoke lightly.
His tone was calm, without the slightest fluctuation.
After so many years of cultivating his character, words like these had long since ceased to stir any emotion in Wang Yang.
If God Glyph wanted to shake his composure,
he simply could not do it!
"Hmph, fallen behind?"
"I represent the power of antiquity."
"Sorcerers today are truly ignorant. Do you know what I represent?"
"I represent the rules of this world, and rules are power. They are everything."
God Glyph's eyes were filled with madness and self-admiration.
On Earth, he would at the very least have been the sort strapped down in a psychiatric hospital.
But here, he was a god.
And an extremely powerful god at that.
"So-called sorcerer."
"This time, I'll let you understand before you die. I represent the rules of this world!"
"No matter how this world changes, my power remains eternal."
God Glyph was utterly deranged.
Wang Yang's strength instead gave him a strange sense of excitement.
When faced with a