"Come on." Duan Xiaoxian held a spear in his right hand and a shield in his left, "Let this old man experience your divine techniques."
Yan Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and he sighed softly under his mask.
His previous boast was not meant to mock but to shake the determination of the Three Heavens of Qi Kingdom.
Even though he had a surefire method to win, it required a great deal of energy and time. Reality wasn't an RPG game; you didn't necessarily have to defeat all the three demon generals before facing the Demon King.
At the beginning of the battle, Duan Xiaoxian had proposed a reconciliation, and now that Yan Qing had demonstrated unbeatable combat power, they should have been wise enough to adapt.
"Are you still resisting to the end?" Yan Qing spoke deliberately word by word, "You are not the Demon King."
