"You're just an Executor!"
Amid the terrified cries of the World Guardian Organization's chief sacrifice secretary, Han Su rode into Zhendan City. His body leaped from the horse's back, turning ghostlike as he descended from the sky. In an instant, he landed behind the chief sacrifice secretary and seized him by the throat.
Only then did the rest of his sentence slowly emerge, like a verdict upon the chief sacrifice secretary: "So you don't even have the right to raise a question."
He did not even need to make any arrangements in advance.
The last time he returned to the Ancient Castle, Chao Xiaobei had already been awakened. He had been waiting for Han Su to bring back the Abyss Tier 2 Equation and create a God.
Although the equation had already been obtained, an accident had kept Han Su from returning to the Ancient Castle. Thus, Chao Xiaobei had remained on this Life Path.
Not only had he remained completely lucid, but over the past ten years, he had also kept trying to persuade the other selected inheritors.
Of course, this was an extremely difficult task. He had no proof, and the other inheritors had always been under control. In a sense, they did not possess even the slightest freedom. Even if they believed him, what could they do?
Yet Chao Xiaobei's ability had to be acknowledged. Not only had he preserved his own will through endless torment, but although he had failed to persuade the other inheritors, he had still influenced them enough to make them willing to hold back as much as possible at this critical moment.
That was indeed no easy feat. After all, they themselves were under the powerful control of Cerebrospinal Injections.
Every trace of will that went against the orders from above would