"You don't believe me, yet you want me to be your cult leader?"
Ding Ling sneered.
"Fine. To show my sincerity, I'll meet you in person."
The Youquan Blood Demon transformed into a streak of blood-colored light and descended from the sky.
He did exactly as he said and manifested his form in an instant.
The moment he appeared, the All-Heaven Ghost City locked onto him and swallowed him whole.
"Ding Ling!"
The Youquan Blood Demon was shocked and furious. He roared:
"You're going back on your word!"
"No."
Ding Ling shook his head and sighed:
"You're the one going back on your word."
"I came to meet you in person. You, you, you..."
The Youquan Blood Demon was driven to fury. In particular, as the All-Heaven Ghost City began suppressing him, the tremendous pressure made it even harder for him to speak clearly.
In just a moment,
his body was squeezed flat like a sheet of paper by the rapidly shrinking All-Heaven Ghost City.
Even his voice began to distort:
"Ding Ling, you're breaking your word..."
"I'm the cult leader. You actually sent only a clone to meet me. Don't you think that shows a complete lack of sincerity?"
Ding Ling sneered:
"If you want me to become the cult leader above hundreds of millions of people, shouldn't you, Youquan Blood Demon, take the lead and come pay your respects to me in person?"
Talk about morality with a demon? Talk about trustworthiness?
Ding Ling had never done such a thing.
He only kept his word with upright gentlemen, friends, and family!
With demons and enemies, he always killed them if he could. If he couldn't, he still found a way to kill them.
Although he didn't quite understand why the Youquan Blood Demon had suddenly wanted him to