"What good is being the self-proclaimed strongest Zombie God? When everyone thinks I'm stronger than you, in their eyes, you're nothing but a weakling who can never defeat me!"
Yang An laughed, his laughter even more wild and unrestrained than Qing Sha's.
This was a textbook example of using a small force to deflect a great one.
He had already considered one possibility: if he entered the stele Qing Sha spoke of and killed his complete form, it would simultaneously destroy the Round Gate Four Pavilions, completing his mission in one fell swoop.
'But why should he go?'
Qing Sha wanted him to go in, so he wouldn't.
'Nope, not going in! Just having some fun!'
He even smiled, holding out a hand toward Qing Sha and making an insulting thumbs-down gesture.
"Weakling! You're only fit to guard that Stone Stele and bark like a mad dog!"
"You're courting death!"
Seeing Yang An's gesture and hearing his words, Qing Sha instantly flew into a rage.
