Cuu Tieu's spiritual power was fire, the red light around him like a blazing flame, yet the aura he emitted was like ice. His voice seemed to carry the cold wind and snow: "Why must you be so angry, hmm?"
Van Thuong sneered without a word. In his eyes, Cuu Tieu was an insidious and treacherous person. After the Great War of the Gods, the Ultimate Bliss Realm and the Three Thousand Worlds had maintained a superficial peace only because of the rules of the Heavenly Dao. Cuu Tieu, especially, was someone who did not follow the rules. This peace would sooner or later be shattered by him.
Not a word was spoken between the two, only the spiritual power around them fluctuated violently.
The corner of Cuu Tieu's mouth curved up slightly, the red light carrying a dense killing intent.
"Fighting in front of someone else's home, Cuu Tieu, you are unworthy of being from an Ancient God lineage."
As he spoke, another cold, gloomy spiritual power struck the intersection of the two.
