Dragon Head panicked.
What Long Aotian said had sounded so real, and upon careful thought, it seemed to make some sense.
But... this was a result he was unwilling to accept no matter what.
Long Aotian was truly vicious.
This kind of psychological warfare was almost fatal to the destruction of an opponent's convictions.
Just imagine it: in an isolated secret realm, Snake God was the strongest being. If he sentenced you to death, how desperate and miserable would that be?
You definitely could not defeat him. And if he deceived you, toyed with you, played with you, then your fate had been decided from the very beginning.
By bringing this up, Long Aotian had effectively handed Dragon Head a tragic ending he could not bear—one that would make his heart freeze and leave him utterly despairing whenever he thought of it.
According to Long Aotian, no matter what he did, he was doomed.
Dragon Head involuntarily took half a step back. He turned to look at the Dragon Statue and Ape Statue. The two stone figures sat there, waving at him with smiles on their faces.
Long Aotian continued, "Even criminal gangs know to hide from the police. They know what they are. What about you? Do you know what you are?"
Dragon Head swallowed. "No! Lord Snake God would never deceive me! He... he... he personally said that I could inherit it, as long as I passed the trial."
Long Aotian smiled. "When you asked whether they themselves could complete the trial and inherit Snake God's power, what did Ape God and Dragon War God say?"
Long Aotian said in a disdainful, teasing tone, "It depends on fate. Not necessarily."
"But do you know what they told me?"
Dragon Head shook his head, already drenched in sweat.
Long