"Your Majesties, as the true Divine Messenger of the Demon Dream, shouldn't you congratulate me first? After all, I've also shown a divine miracle!" Liu Zhenhuan shamelessly glared at the three Lich Kings.
"You said it yourself: once arcane magic reaches its peak, all paths lead to the same goal. With your power, how difficult is it to control a flower with arcane force? Do you really call this a divine miracle?" Paul Newman, His Majesty, finally recovered from a state of shame, his eyes as sharp as blades. If his gaze could translate into weight, Liu Zhenhuan would surely have been suppressed by Tamerlarya by now.
"I said long ago, don't question why the wings in the abyss can fly so fast!" A faint smirk hung at the corner of Liu Zhenhuan's mouth as he flicked his fingers, sending a brilliant scarlet flower shooting toward a massive bone pillar in the corridor.
