"Fukalo, done playing dead?"
Bai Pu shot back at him while meditating through the Mind Image Space, manifesting Fukalo's figure.
"When was I playing dead?" Demon God Fukalo said unhappily.
"When I was dueling the Lord of Death's chosen, I didn't see you giving me any pointers."
Demon God Fukalo snorted. "Me, give you pointers? I'm nothing but a pitiful wretch who can't even maintain a spiritual form, merely a wisp of consciousness that needs your active meditation to appear. What right would I have to give you guidance?"
Bai Pu knew Fukalo must have taken the extremely high priority of the Evolution Heart talent and imagined him as some god-level powerhouse pretending to be weak.
"Forget about the pointers."
Bai Pu changed the subject and asked, "How much do you know about Divine Kingdoms? How should I manage my Divine Kingdom?"
Fukalo said sourly, "You already have a Divine Kingdom, and you're asking me?"
"Old vulture, I think you've been living too comfortably lately. Don't forget, you're my prisoner. This guidance is rent you should've been paying in the first place!"
Bai Pu issued a threat.
However, Bai Pu did not summon the remnant souls of other powerhouses to beat Fukalo up again.
A paddle was most intimidating when it was raised high.
If he really got mobbed every day, Fukalo would get used to being beaten. How could there still be a single truthful word in his mouth?
Of course, Fukalo was also afraid that Bai Pu would get rough with him.
The spiritual form Bai Pu manifested through meditation could feel pain when beaten, and it would also drain Fukalo's core consciousness.
Fukalo muttered and grumbled, "You're reckless enough. I don't care what your background used to be. Right now, your Conception Cultivation is genuinely only at