The Heavenly Demon stopped, his eyes coldly scanning Tianjin.
His eyebrows furrowed, and slowly, the hatred etched into his face gave way to an expressionless frown.
He knew very well what Tianjin wanted.
The golden dragon wanted him to charge forward, to attack like a madman blinded by rage.
Hatred gnawed at the Heavenly Demon from within, but he was no fool.
He was fully confident he could defeat Tianjin with ease—but in this situation, one-on-one, with no chance for preparation—the fight would boil down to brute force, Qi, and technique.
The Heavenly Demon was indeed among the most powerful Celestial Emperors, but his true strength lay in his endless schemes, not in his individual combat prowess.
Tianjin, on the other hand, was an aberration only slightly inferior to Long Wujin himself—a monster who would be considered a prodigy even in the land of the true gods.
The Heavenly Demon growled in anger, swinging his sword in a sharp arc.
