The stranger's lip curled into a faint, disinterested smile. "A snake and a lizard playing at being protectors. How quaint."
He surveyed the two kings with the same clinical detachment one might use to study insects fighting over a crumb.
It wasn't that he was posturing; his arrogance was a byproduct of absolute, crushing competence.
To him, the Dragon Sovereign's violet flames were little more than flickering candles in a gale, and the Snake King's lethal speed was as sluggish as a winter pond.
He didn't need to raise his voice or exert effort; his very existence in this plane was an act of condescension, just a flick of finger and all lives would end, but even with his strength he could never escape the heavenly Dao's anger, so he restrained himself from acting out.
