"Qiu Xiangyang, you've always been so arrogant, so why are you now scurrying about like a rat?" He chuckled sinisterly, "But you better cherish this moment of scurrying, because soon you'll lose even this opportunity!" The grand ghostly deity seemed utterly confident, his demeanor lofty and smug.
Yet, Qiu Xiangyang merely sneered.
At this moment, Qiu Xiangyang's power began to gather once again, and his fingertips were wreathed in strands of sword energy.
"Grand Ghostly Deity, I have no idea where this inexplicable joy of yours comes from, but the outcome is still undecided at this moment. You seem overjoyed too soon," Qiu Xiangyang said to the grand ghostly deity. His tone remained calm, not the least bit irritated despite being in an absolute disadvantage.
