At these words, the smile on the Great Township Lord's face abruptly vanished, replaced by icy indifference.
He slowly raised his right hand and curled his fingers loosely. In an instant, an aura far more vast and sinister than the one Yun Che had unleashed swept out of his body.
That aura was not pure power. Mingled within it was a sense of deathly stillness and decay that seemed capable of freezing the soul. The temperature throughout the Demon Hall Main Hall abruptly dropped several degrees, and fine black ice crystals even condensed in the air.
"Decide the victor?"
The Great Township Lord's voice sounded like ice grinding in the depths of the netherworld, carrying a heart-stopping echo.
"Meng You, do you think I came here to spar with you? Half-Step Creator God? In my eyes, your so-called Half-Step Creator God is no different from an ant!"
Before his words had faded, he took a slight half step forward. A genuine Creator Divine Realm aura spread out, making the entire Demon Hall tremble.
"The... Creator Divine Realm! How is that possible?"
Meng You's pupils contracted, his voice filled with disbelief.
"All information on how to break through to the Creator Divine Realm was lost long ago. How could you possibly have found a way to break through?"
The Great Township Lord chuckled. "The information wasn't lost. You simply don't know it."
With that, his gaze fell on Meng You again, as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Now, do you think we still need to decide the victor? Hand over the Ancestral Demon Heart, and perhaps I can let these subordinates of yours live."
Meng You took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew that, with things having come to this, retreat was