"Do you think that you can be high and mighty just because you have become a deity? Do you think that you can treat everything as grass and trample on it as you please? Do you think that everyone who is not a deity should kneel before you piously and respectfully? Do you think that you can treat humiliation as a gift, destruction as redemption, and the loss of dignity and freedom as a sacred path?"
Xia Ping 'an's voice boomed out. He looked fearlessly and coldly at the huge figure sitting high on the divine throne in the sky. A disdainful smile even appeared on his face. Then, Xia Ping' an flicked his finger lightly, and the countless drops of blood in the sky started to burn. Every drop of blood was wrapped in a ball of flames, and in the blink of an eye, they were burned to ashes.
