Kong Deming's Death

"I thirst for talent. Are you interested in working for me in the future? Jing Hongchen, Xuan Ziwen, and Xia Xuanchen are all working for me now, and Liao Mengkai will not be resting for much longer. Incidentally, they all came voluntarily. I never forced them." Qian Chaoguang spoke with complete sincerity.

There were not many talented people on Douluo Continent whom he held in high regard, and Kong Deming was absolutely among the top three.

If possible, Qian Chaoguang truly wanted to recruit Kong Deming to work for him.

Kong Deming, Xuan Ziwen, and Electrolux—if these three great research masters came together, they would certainly create even more brilliant sparks.

Unfortunately, the chance was slim.

Probably about as slim as the Sun Moon Empire's chances of winning this war of extermination.

"Jing Hongchen, Xia Xuanchen... So that was it. What an Undying Emperor, what a God of Undead." Kong Deming's expression was incomparably complicated. "You should know that this is impossible. I cannot work for you."

Knowing did not stop me from asking. What if? Qian Chaoguang spoke in the manner of an old sage. "So, Liao Mengkai came seeking the Dao. What did you come for? Don't tell me you came just to study my tank? Stop looking. You will not be able to learn it. Half the things in it are not even Soul Tool Technology."

So this large, mobile steel War Soul Device was called a tank?

Tank... What a strange name.

Not a Soul Tool...

Then what could it be?

Kong Deming dismissed the fleeting thought in his mind, and his expression turned grave.

He said solemnly, "I came to make a deal with you."

"A deal?" Qian Chaoguang immediately became interested. "Let's hear it."

Kong Deming lowered his eyes and said in a deep