The Dragon Emperor's gaze fell upon Wang Xiu, as heavy and imposing as a mountain. "Your mortal eyes fail to recognize my true visage, but it matters not. I am magnanimous. So long as you kneel and swear fealty, I shall let bygones be bygones!"
Wang Xiu smiled faintly. "There's no need for that. A disciple of Sanqing kneels to the heavens, the earth, and their elders, but never to a demon. What's more, you're not even a pure demon. In the eyes of the Demon Race, you are nothing but a mongrel Foreign Demon!"
Upon hearing this, the Dragon Emperor's eyes narrowed. The temperature of the world seemed to drop, as if an invisible blizzard was battering everyone, the pressure becoming suffocating.
Strangely, however, he did not lash out. Instead, he turned his attention to Ao Canghai.
"Do you also believe I am a demon?"
Ao Canghai remained silent, his eyes betraying a hint of hesitation and conflict.
