"...Petty tricks."
The Demon Emperor's figure faltered for a moment, its voice tinged with annoyance. In the next instant, it raised a hand and swiped at Su Zhou from afar. Vast Wood Qi mixed with Gray Mist swirled around its palm, and a condensed blast of crimson poison gas shot toward Su Zhou like an air cannon.
Su Zhou, however, was unfazed. He simply turned slightly to the side, letting the crimson ball of poison gas graze past him and slam into the ground, leaving a crater in the wooden floor of the Celestial Palace far behind.
"You're in a humanoid form yourself, you know. Look at you. You think having a few Dragon Scales makes you a Dragon?"
