He just estimated the hour, then spoke again with a strange tone:
"With this Divine Smoke of yours, you can break the realm and seek your father in a breath. I truly cannot stop you, for this is my [death tribulation]."
"However, I see Brother Baimu's tattered Dharma Body, and it can't hold on much longer under my corrosion."
"In half a stick of incense, brother will perish and his Dao will vanish."
"If the [Primordial Yang Demon God] cannot arrive within this time, this will be your death tribulation."
Upon hearing these words from Tao Qian, the maddened Baimu Demon Lord couldn't help but burst into laughter.
His pained expression eased a little.
"Hahaha... what an ignorant and arrogant fool of a Demon Child."
"Half a stick of incense?"
"Within ten breaths, my father will surely come."
"Fine!"
"You and I will take ten breaths as the limit, and see whose death tribulation it really is."
Tao Qian, seeming a bit excited, actually agreed to this.
