Looking at the three great Saints he had sent flying to the ground with a single thrust of his spear, Xu Qiang's smile grew broader.
"You so-called three great Saint servants threw away your so-called dignity, all for that so-called master you speak of, and you still dream of dragging me back?"
"Are you worthy?"
Xu Qiang spoke with a chuckle, then looked again at the old man of the Chaos Race, his expression turning somewhat complicated.
The Chaos Race, strictly speaking, was also part of their God Race, though only a branch.
And a rather distant branch at that.
Xu Qiang said coolly, "Chaos Race, if I'm not mistaken, you were once servants of our Ancient God Race. Now that you've struck out on your own, aren't you putting on quite the grand display!"
With his sore spot struck, the old man of the Chaos Race could not help coughing up another mouthful of blood. Clearly, Xu Qiang had infuriated him badly.
"I have something to do right now, so I'll spare your dog lives for the time being. You'd best watch yourselves."
Xu Qiang gave the three a disdainful look, then sprang into the air, intending to leave and rescue the Divine Son!
Boom!!
Suddenly, a pressure that seemed to come from heaven and earth itself bore down on his shoulders, making his knees bend slightly against his will. He actually sank to one knee in midair.
Utterly puzzled, Xu Qiang instinctively raised his head and saw a masked young man approaching.
The young man finally removed his mask, revealing an exceptionally delicate, handsome face.
"Possessor of the Saint-Demon Body, where do you think you're going?"
Smiling, the young man folded his arms across his chest and calmly regarded Xu Qiang, his face brimming with mockery.
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