Xiao Aoshi

"...I really admire you! I need a genius like you to lend me a hand. Believe me, as long as you cooperate with me, achieving immortality in the future, or even becoming the god of this world, will be no difficult feat."

The Big Boss's words were filled with an alluring power. As his words surged forth, that power swirled around Ding Ling and formed one illusion after another:

"Ding Ling, I, the Big Boss, always keep my word! As long as you obey my orders, not only can we wipe the slate clean between us, but I'll also give you tremendous benefits!"

His voice rose and fell with emotion, extremely expressive.

The illusions changed constantly along with the emotions in his voice, as if he wanted to make Ding Ling fall into them and suffer eternal ruin!

"Compared to you, the Purple-Clad Boss, Shenxing Taibao, and Fist God are all insignificant. With you alone, it would be like gaining a million or ten million soldiers.

I can even make use of Fist God. How could I possibly not make use of a great general like you? So rest assured. Fist God and the others are nothing but trash. If they die, so be it. Just listen to me in peace. Everything will be fine—peaceful and smooth!"

Ding Ling seemed to have fallen into confusion.

He was intoxicated, sinking into one illusion after another and unable to free himself.

The Big Boss was delighted in his heart and was preparing to strike while the iron was hot, completely making Ding Ling lose himself and placing him under his control.

Suddenly, an overwhelming sword intent burst from Ding Ling's body, then crashed down upon the Big Boss like a colossal wave rolling over mountains and seas.

"What?!"

The Big Boss was