Upon hearing Doris's words, Qiu Tu merely smiled and lowered his head to eat a couple of bites, then spoke,
"Because... you indeed have no chance of winning. But... if you, plus me, and with Zhao Ji's grace, we together will have a chance."
Doris's gaze rippled upon hearing Qiu Tu's assertive words. She looked at him with interest, her fingers gently sliding over her fair cheek, crystalline and lustrous earlobe, finally curling a lock of hair, while inquiring,
"Oh? We three have a chance?"
"You don't think that just us few Eighth Rank can deal with the Divine King, do you?"
Her voice languidly poured cold water, "If you really think so, then you're too naive."
"For so many years, how many Eighth Rank deities have coveted the throne of the Divine King. How many Eighth Rank deities are dissatisfied with the four Divine Kings."
"And the result?"
"Just deadwood by the roadside."
