"Heh, feeling sour?"
Wang Ping stared at Dao Yi, seemingly seeing through his thoughts, and couldn't help but sneer.
"Humph, your talent is indeed strong, but such a talent that allows you to rapidly increase your cultivation is destined not to be used in battle. Talent always has its advantages and disadvantages; there's no such thing as a perfect one."
Dao Yi coldly snorted without directly answering, but spoke with a gloomy expression.
"And you've grown so quickly, though your power is extremely strong, how much of it comes from the special items of Myriad Heavens Paradise?"
"That is, even if you might be more powerful in pure strength, in Myriad Heavens Paradise, the outcome of a battle has never been about who's stronger. Today, you will die by my hands. And then, using the Temporary Demon King Authority, I will take your talent and become unrivaled."
In the end, Dao Yi's face was full of madness, his arms spread wide, revealing his unbridled ambition.
