My Own Means!

The Demon Sage stared at Dyon in anger, his eyes quite literally lighting on fire. His rage was so fierce that part of his soul had responded and begun to burn, boosting his soul's prowess and shattering through Dyon's oppression.

Dyon's eyes flashed and danced with an odd light. 'This man is so prideful that he would rather burn his last remaining soul remnant than suffer a small loss? What a character!'

"Do you believe that I won't burn this entire Palace down?! Slander me one more time and see if I don't make certain that you have no legacy remaining to take part in! And don't bother mentioning my daughter to threaten me either!" The Demon Sage snorted, looking toward Dyon with absolute disdain. "If I released my little girl now, she could kill you with a flick of a finger! She's already stepped into the dao formation realm, you think my little girl needs you to protect her?!"