"Who wishes to fight me?"
His voice boomed like thunder, rolling across the sky. The deliberate provocation made the gazes of True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde and Bhumba Bodhisattva grow even colder.
However, no one made a move.
The two Perfected Lords were no ordinary beings. Their Dharma Eyes saw all, and they could tell Lü Yang's current state would only last for a short time. He simply wasn't worth fighting.
After all, losing meant instant death, and winning would likely cost them half their own lives. They had descended on a mission, going so far as to burn their own Grotto Heavens. After paying such an immense price, how could they waste their lives on a meaningless squabble born from a moment of anger?
Seeing this, Lü Yang smiled. "No takers?"
He looked at True Monarch Chengtian Zhengde, a grin spreading across his face. "I slaughtered the Ye Family—didn't leave a single one alive. Don't you want to kill me to vent your anger, Daoist?"
