"Die!" Fu Hu's punch thundered down, striking Ye Fan and sending him flying backward, blood spraying from his mouth. No matter how strong he was, he could not contend with Heaven itself.
Fu Hu sent him flying with another kick. Ye Fan tumbled from the summit of the snowy mountain, landing in a sorry heap in the snow below.
Fu Hu approached him mockingly and laughed. "You're less than an ant now. In my eyes, you're just a dead dog! All it would take is one stomp from me and you'll be obliterated in an instant!"
"What makes you think you, from the Righteous Divine Lineage, can fight against me?" Fu Hu scoffed disdainfully. "If not for the fact that each of us in the Evil God lineage has our own ambitions, how could your Righteous Gods have survived until now?"
In truth, that wasn't the entire reason. The Evil God lineage had delayed their attack for two main reasons. First, the Righteous Divine Lineage was not weak. Second, there was a legend from the past.
