These words were simply arrogant to the extreme.
Yi Rong paused, Black Mist surged around him, and a fragile-looking orangutan Red Thread landed on his neck and ankles, gradually winding up like a poisonous snake.
The breath of Demigod above is faint and familiar.
For Supreme God like Yi Rong, Demigod is just a weak ant. He doesn't even need to take action. With just one thought, the other party can be conceptually wiped out thousands of times.
He is so weak, but he is blocking his way forward at this moment.
So Yi Rong didn't understand. He raised his hand, and the surrounding silk threads melted like ice and snow, and he lightly brushed away the fallen leaves on his shoulders.
You can untie the first few threads, and countless more threads will wind up, layer upon layer, in an endless stream.
Scarlet Threads all gathered in front of Yi Rong, blocking his way forward with a strong posture.
He refused to give in, completely blocking the way Yi Rong left.
The entire space is also blocked by these threads, as if to say that if the problem is not solved at the source, He will not be let go.
The silver-haired and black-robed Deity tilts her head, and her deep and high brow bones are slightly depressed. This mimicry perfectly responds to the puzzled expression.
"Bo Shuo."
Silver Haired God pronounced the name for the first time, and the moment it was spoken, it overlapped with the previous name 'Spore Yi Rong'.
Yi Rong is really puzzled. According to his view of Bo Shuo, the other party is risking his life. How could he just ignore the huge difference in combat power and attack the stone with an egg.
This move is completely putting his own life behind, completely treating it as a bet.
Just in exchange for Him staying.
As this voice fell, Bo Shuo could feel that his control over the silk thread was gradually weakening.
An extremely terrifying force shuttled around, not deliberately harming his original body, but carefully dismantling Bo Shuo's obstacles bit by bit.
Bo Shuo His knuckles were tense, his whole body was exerting force, and the lines on his wrists were frighteningly hot. He did not let go, but tried his best to resist the force.
The chest began to feel stuffy gradually, and the bloody smell hit the throat bit by bit, as if breathing brought with it an unbearable burning pain.
This is not only a superficial confrontation, but also a devastating blow to the will.
The power of Deity is simply too strong, let alone Supreme God at the level of Yi Rong.
He didn't even use all his strength, just a very simple and shallow thought, which made Bo Shuo extremely painful.
Bo Shuo swallowed the bloody smell in his throat, and slowly walked from a short distance away, as if he had not been hit hard by that force.
The young man looked calm, and wiped a wisp of blood from his lips with his fingertips. The scarlet blood stained his fingertips, making his skin look even colder and whiter.
He looked at Deity not far away, chuckled, and said the words in a slightly lower voice, with a slightly ambiguous atmosphere.
"It's easy to leave from here."
The young man held a sterling silver scalpel between his fingertips, but his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Kill me and you can leave."
He smiled and repeated, "Kill me."
"..."
The young man was obviously seeking death, but his posture was too provocative, as if he had caught some of Yi Rong's weaknesses.
Completely confident.
Yi Rong didn't reply, his oppressive eyes fell on the young man.
Countless memories about Bo Shuo surged through my mind, more violently than before. Those memories that had been suppressed in my heart appeared one after another, and the details of the young man's words and expressions seemed to appear before his eyes.
But these are things Yi Rong hates extremely much.
For Him, what he hates the most is not losing authority or losing part of his power, but being completely out of control and losing control.
And he had already experienced this feeling many years ago, and he would never think of experiencing it again.
Yi Rong's face completely darkened, and the tail behind him came up irritably, but he couldn't help but move closer to the young man.
Just like his countless derivatives, they are all moths flying into the flames.
Yi Rong closed his eyes, and the memory jumped up, as if he had experienced it personally.
He opened his eyes again, and the golden pupils began to turn gray and dark, with a dark and sticky emotion.
He couldn't help but grab the young man's neck again. As he got closer, the distance between the two kept getting closer, letting his out-of-control Cedar Fragrance take all of Yi Rong's breath little by little.
It feels like the pain of a needle prick, but also has an extremely sticky sweetness.
He clearly wanted to kill him, and He clearly wanted to leave here forcefully.
Just like countless times in the past, all obstacles that hindered him were wiped out.
Obviously this is the best choice.
This is the wisest choice.
When Silver Haired God finally released his grip on the young man's neck, he slowly backed away.
Even if the young man doesn't need to breathe, even if the young man's body is just a mimic, even if He breaks his neck, it won't cause any harm.