"I'm different from you. Back then, you reached the heavens in a single bound, while I've spent a thousand years getting here, one footprint at a time," Pang Ji said.
After Huo Lian claimed the Hall Master's Seat back then, his internal power had soared because of the Demon Hall's Thousand-Year Period, allowing him to overwhelm those old fellows and become the Number One in the world.
Afterward, Huo Lian's strength had plummeted because of his injuries.
He had spent the past thousand years healing those injuries, and even now, his strength was actually still below its former peak.
But Huo Lian had been the Demon Hall Master and the Number One in the world a thousand years ago, and that imposing presence remained even now.
That was why Pang Ji said Huo Lian had not changed much over the years.
Pang Ji, of course, had changed enormously.
After failing to win the Hall Master's Seat back then, he had been unable to make his internal power soar as Huo Lian had.
He could only rely on his own talent and the resources bestowed upon him by the Pang Family, taking a thousand years to achieve what he had today.
Pang Ji's imposing presence was completely different from a thousand years ago, and his strength was on an entirely different level.
"You're still not reconciled to it," Huo Lian said mildly.
"I lost last time, but who will laugh last is still undecided," Pang Ji said.
"Still not reconciled!" Huo Lian said again.
Dark lines faintly appeared on Pang Ji's forehead. He snorted coldly. "So what?"
Huo Lian burst into laughter. "Now that's your nature."
After sweeping his gaze over Yan Youwang and Wei Yidao, Pang Ji said coldly, "Huo Lian, Wei Yidao isn't even dead. Haven't you gone too