"Bring him out. If he still refuses to come out, you'll definitely die today," Liang Fan said.
"I can't bring him out either. Maybe you can try," I said.
Liang Fan had already made his move. The cold Eight Tribulation Sword flashed with a glimmer of light, while divine might shrouded his body.
This sword had already surpassed mortal martial arts and reached the realm of gods and demons.
As the sword swept forth, it seemed like a strike from the gods in heaven, as though it would cut down every living thing in this world.
I had no power to resist. The Eight Tribulation Sword in my hand had already been lowered.
But at that moment, the might of this sword was absolutely earth-shaking. Its power had reached a level beyond ordinary people's imagination.
The sword tore through the air, causing heaven and earth to tremble. Then, in the blink of an eye, my figure vanished.
At that moment, my consciousness was still perfectly clear, but my body was no longer under my control.
A cold voice rang out from my mouth. "Do you really have to do this?"
"I have no choice!" Liang Fan looked at me and said without hesitation, "If I don't kill you, I won't be able to kill Liang Fan."
"Hmph. Don't think that fusing with my power will make you stronger than me." I spoke disdainfully. "How can a mortal will control a god?"
"A god? You're no god. I know your identity better than you do," Liang Fan said with a cold laugh.
"Should I say it out loud and tell him who you really are? Maybe he'll be shocked."
"Go ahead. You're going to die soon anyway," I said.
"How boring. But I have no interest in letting these ants learn