The Mightiest Little Master of Metaphysics

Yun Qi was frowning at the battle happening beside her.

The Lord struggled to get up from the ground, bravely patted Yun Qi on the shoulder, "Little Master, fighting like this... will my palace be okay?"

"Don’t worry, we’re still in your dream right now."

As the words fell, a towering pillar was destroyed, breaking into numerous large stone chunks that fell from the sky, smashing several big holes into the ground.

Yun Qi pondered for a moment and said, "However, since you’re dreaming inside the palace, if their fight gets too fierce and they can’t contain their demonic power, it could spill out from the dream and affect reality."

"So, you’re saying my palace could still be destroyed by them... Little Master, could you get them to stop? If the palace is ruined, I surely won’t be able to keep it from the Guardian God’s pursuit."

With a rumble, the two demons were blown apart by each other’s demonic power. The Jiao Long fell backward, its massive body knocking down several pillars behind it, with broken stones raining down.

The Peacock was blasted backward, crashing into the wall behind it. The wall collapsed with a loud crash, with debris and dust from high above rolling down the steps, grinding all the decorations on the ground into powder.

The Lord gulped, swallowing air.

With their continued fighting, the palace would probably really be torn down by them.