Hu Yao sneered condescendingly, "I don't care who you are. All I need to know is who I am."
He was very proud; as a demon, he was confident in himself. Ordinary people could certainly not be his match, and even if he encountered a cultivator, someone of Xiao Han's age would be unlikely to defeat him.
Humans were favored by the heavens, but that only applied to a very small minority. Ninety-nine percent had ordinary talents and did not possess such heavenly defiance.
"It seems you're quite confident in your own strength," Xiao Han said lazily.
Hu Yao's face was full of arrogance as he confidently said, "Of course, according to your human classifications, I would now be at the early stages of the Divine Communication Realm."
Xiao Han's mouth twitched slightly. The early stages of the Divine Communication Realm—if people knew a nine-tailed fox of that level wanted to kill him, who knows if their eyeballs would pop out and scatter on the ground.
