"Hahahaha! You know, young man, you never cease to amaze me. Honestly, I can hardly put it into words..."
A loud, powerful laugh echoed around him, heavy enough to make the very air vibrate.
Qingyi didn't respond. He didn't even smile.
His eyes stayed cold and composed, fixed on the figure that had appeared before him, and not a single muscle in his body moved.
He felt nothing but contempt for the Heavenly Demon, so he didn't bother wasting a single word on him.
The Heavenly Demon had taken on a reduced form, shrinking himself down to Qingyi's size. The young man was already very tall, but even so, he didn't come close to the demon's true form, which stood over three meters tall.
He wore nothing but a pair of pants.
The gray skin of his powerful chest lay bare, every muscle defined as if carved from stone, and his sharp horns rose straight toward the heavens.
