Facing Chen Changsheng's words, Wang Hao smiled and licked his lips, a flicker of chill flashing through his eyes.
"You say that every time. Why do I feel like you've got me wrapped around your finger?"
"You're right. I do have you wrapped around my finger."
"As long as I, Chen Changsheng, remain alive, you'll have to keep your head bowed before me for the rest of your life."
Upon receiving that answer, the smile on Wang Hao's face grew even brighter, while Zhang Zhen's right hand moved to his sword hilt.
Seeing this, Chen Changsheng raised a hand to stop Zhang Zhen, then walked up to Wang Hao.
"I'm standing right here, and I won't put up any defense. If you've got the guts, kill me now."
"But there's something you need to think through. Once I die, someone will surely avenge me."
"Everything you worked for before will vanish like bubbles."
"Don't be fooled by how those Forbidden Grounds hate me to the bone. Once I die, they'll definitely use avenging me as a banner to grind your bones to dust and scatter your ashes."
"Because only by doing so can they win the favor of Wu Li and the others."
"And there's more. I founded the Bitter Sea System. If you kill me, every Bitter Sea cultivator in the world can use avenging me as a reason to come after you."
"The Dead Sea Forbidden Ground was indeed destroyed, but you didn't destroy it alone."
"Do you really think you've already become immortal and indestructible?"
Listening to Chen Changsheng, Wang Hao's gaze became even sharper.
"Isn't your behavior a little too arrogant? No matter how many backers you have, they can't help you right now."
"The people behind me are one of the things I rely on,