657 Ma Ran and the True Demon

After hearing what Ma Ran said, the veins on Lan Xi's forehead bulged, and his eyes nearly split with rage. He wished he could die together with Ma Ran on the spot.

"Ha... ha..."

Only after taking two deep breaths did Lan Xi manage to calm himself somewhat.

He clenched his teeth and glared fiercely at Ma Ran, looking ready to launch into a furious battle at the slightest provocation. His face was filled with ferocity, and he was unusually irritable.

Yet Ma Ran remained calm, his gaze indifferent. He showed no signs of reacting impulsively.

"What do you think?"

Ma Ran met Lan Xi's gaze without fear and said mildly, "It's time for you to make your choice."

Lan Xi felt as if demonic voices were pouring into his ears. His Divine Soul trembled, and his thoughts were in utter disarray, his mind a complete mess.

His tangled thoughts intertwined, forming an irresolvable knot.

He was deeply conflicted.

Extremely conflicted.

If one only calculated their strength, he was in no way inferior to Ma Ran.

In fact, considering the battlefield, if Lan Xi fought Ma Ran to the death, there was a considerable chance he would survive in the end.

But...

Ma Ran had failed to defeat him with the Tang Saber, yet had completely subdued him with words.

Lan Xi knew very well that everything Ma Ran had said was entirely possible.

After all, this fellow had already obtained power comparable to that of a High God through some strange means. With the Power of Time at his side, he would be incredibly difficult to kill.

If they truly angered Ma Ran and drove him mad, the consequences were absolutely not something Lan Xi wanted to see.

Among the seven High Gods of the Divine Court, there was