Yang Yan put away the Thunder and also the Nine-leaf Divine Whip.
With hands behind his back, he stood proudly.
"How about it? Do you now submit to me?"
Submission?
*The Death God thought, I am one of the ancient Evil Gods!*
*In ancient times, I was also a peak powerhouse.*
*Later I fell and resurrected many times until today.*
*Every time I appeared, didn't I swiftly ascend to the pinnacle?*
*Although I would eventually be overthrown by other powerhouses joining forces, there was never a day as humiliating as today!*
*In intelligence, in means, in power, being restrained and played with to such an extent by a human.*
The Death God hesitated for a moment.
"I am one of the ancient Evil Gods, once a peak powerhouse!
If those beings of the same era knew I submitted to you,
they would laugh at me!
I don't want to be disgraced!
Give me some dignity, how about I acknowledge you as my elder brother?
