A trace of despair flashed through Bixie's eyes. He did not want to enter the Demon God Tower.
Once he went in, he would completely lose himself.
"Young man, leave a thread when you deal with people, so you can meet again in the future. Besides, the ones I submitted to are the Two Demon God Envoys. What the hell do you count as?" Bixie still had not seen the situation clearly.
Xiao Qing slapped him across the face with a huge backhand. "The Demon God is our master. Watch your mouth."
Bixie's heart jolted, and he immediately thought of a possibility: the Two Demon God Envoys had probably entered the Demon God Tower as well. Otherwise, how could they have submitted to a Primordial Supreme?
Thinking of this, he immediately changed his attitude. "Demon God, I can swear a Primordial Oath. I absolutely will not betray you. I believe what you want should be a capable subordinate who can get things done, not a machine that only knows slaughter."
"I don't trust Primordial Oaths. Besides, with the likes of you, you only qualify to be a slave."
Li Xinghe's meaning was already very clear. He would directly extract Bixie's soul and turn him into a killing machine that only knew how to carry out orders.
Bixie's face filled with despair. If he had to become a puppet, he might as well be killed.
Thinking of this, the aura within his body suddenly surged, as if he were about to fight with his life on the line. As long as he could escape the Demon God Hall, surely the other races would be very happy to accept him, a Primordial Emperor.
Even if he could not escape, he would rather self-destruct than ever be Li Xinghe's dog.
But he had