Wang Bing had always trusted his own instincts without question.
At the same time, as Wang Xian's Chaos Demon God Avatar, he shared a special yet complicated connection with Wang Xian.
That connection was both a bond of power and the root of conflict.
They were Chaos Demon Gods. "Devouring their master" was an obsession lurking within nearly every one of them.
They were unwilling to remain beneath others forever and yearned to break free from the main body's restraints and become true rulers.
To achieve that goal, how could the Chaos Demon Gods not study Wang Xian closely?
They secretly observed Wang Xian's every move, studied his cultivation techniques and way of doing things, and overlooked no detail. Like hunters lurking in the shadows, they waited for the best opportunity.
Yet it was precisely because of this bone-deep understanding of Wang Xian that, when Wang Bing saw Wang Xian's meaningful smile, an indescribable unease surged up within him. It was as though an invisible hand had tightly gripped his heart.
That meaningful smile appeared gentle, yet Wang Bing sensed hidden mysteries within it. Like the calm before a storm, it sent chills down his spine.
"Devour my master? What kind of joke is that? I, Wang Bing, am not that kind of person!"
Wang Bing abruptly raised his head, his gaze resolute as he spoke righteously.
His voice echoed through the space, carrying an intentionally cultivated sense of justice.
But in truth, deep in his heart, the thought of devouring his master had never vanished.
He was a Chaos Demon God. How could he possibly be willing to remain someone else's avatar forever?
It was simply that now did not seem like the best time!
Wang Bing silently calculated in his heart. It seemed he would have to wait