Luo Daozhong's Peril

"This... my lord, could you give us a little more time to consider?"

Luo Daozhong half-bowed at the side and spoke cautiously.

Cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

The pressure of an Emperor-level expert was not something he could resist!

If not for Mu Qing's devil seed within his mind, that pressure alone would likely have forced him to his knees.

At that moment, Luo Daozhong was hesitating.

He was utterly torn!

Should he submit to the Angel Clan, or strike at the Emperor before him?

The devil seed Mu Qing had given him was special, containing a portion of Mu Qing's power.

At a critical moment, he could draw upon the devil seed's power and erupt with strength comparable to an Emperor!

But after all, that power was not his own. Whether he could defeat this Angel Clan Emperor was still uncertain.

What was more, behind this man stood the Angel Clan. If he made a move, it would bring a catastrophic disaster upon the Earth Net Starfield!

What should I do now? If I submit, the Myriad Devils Emperor will never spare me. Luo Daozhong was caught between a rock and a hard place.

Had it been before, he would naturally have submitted to the Angel Clan. After all, they were a top-tier race.

But now, he had already chosen the Devil Race of the Myriad Devils Emperor. Moreover, devil seeds had been planted deep within the souls of him and the Earth Net Starfield's upper echelon.

It was impossible for them to choose the Angel Clan again.

"Hmph!" The Angel Clan Emperor's face darkened, and his majestic gaze fell upon Luo Daozhong.

Luo Daozhong dropped directly to his knees. He was merely an ordinary peak God Emperor, utterly incapable of bearing the pressure of an Emperor-level expert.