After hearing Jiang Li's well-intentioned warning, the King of Slaughter felt as though he had just heard the funniest joke in the world and let out an undisguised, contemptuous sneer.
Indeed, before possessing the body of this peerless powerhouse, as the Blood-Red Nine-Headed Bat King, it would have acted meekly when facing an expert with such bizarre methods as Jiang Li.
But now, things were different!
The body it had possessed was a genuine demigod powerhouse who had reached the limits of humanity!
With such heaven-defying assets in hand, if it still had to cower and watch the expression of a mere phantom that did not even dare descend in its true form, then would this body not have been possessed for nothing?
"What if this King says no?"
The instant those words fell, a tangible crimson Soul Power pressure erupted violently from the King of Slaughter's body, bearing down upon Jiang Li beneath the throne like a raging storm.
Under the pressure of a demigod, Jiang Li's spiritual projection began to ripple with unstable, illusory distortions.
Yet in the face of such rampant might, Jiang Li was not flustered in the slightest. Instead, he slowly uttered a highly lethal sentence.
"King of Slaughter, you wouldn't want Tang Chen's suppressed consciousness to awaken again, would you?"
In an instant, the King of Slaughter, who had been imposing and murderous atop the throne, seemed to have had a pause button forcibly pressed. His crimson pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints.
"What do you mean?!"
"What do I mean?" Jiang Li stood with his hands behind his back and gave a soft laugh. "Bat King, as long as I personally make a trip to Sea God Island and invite that Sea God High Priestess, Bo Saixi, over to shine the Sea God's Light