Ye Meng stepped into the liquid metal. The miraculous metal that Ye Luo had searched an entire spiral arm for without finding even a trace of fused continuously with him. Ten seconds later, Ye Meng's body finally returned to the size of an adult. Only then did he turn to look at the Thousand-Hand Demon Lord.
That icy gaze made the Thousand-Hand Demon Lord's heart tremble. He was certain that Ye Meng was now considering whether or not to kill him!
The Thousand-Hand Demon Lord knelt deeply before Ye Meng, as though the artillery fire and lasers around them had nothing to do with them. Though he did not look at Ye Meng, he could feel the surrounding air growing colder and colder, the killing intent becoming increasingly intense.
"My Emperor... can I deal with Thousand-Hand as I please?" Ye Meng and Ye Luo did not avoid the Thousand-Hand Demon Lord during their exchange.
Ye Luo smiled faintly. "Of course. He is your mount. Whether he lives or dies is entirely up to you. Chirp will cooperate with you..."
"In that case..." A cold glint flashed through Ye Meng's eyes. A twenty-third-tier fighter would certainly be useful, but if it came with a twenty-third-tier ticking time bomb, Ye Meng would rather not have it! Besides, he had already recovered his normal combat strength. With his liquid-metal body and second-stage awakening, even without Thousand-Hand's assistance, he would not fall behind the others! Ye Meng slowly raised his right hand, his killing intent growing ever stronger!
"Master, please don't abandon me! I was confused just now—I lost myself. Otherwise, I would never have dared betray you! Master, I am willing to offer up my entire soul now. Don't kill me, don't kill me..." The Thousand-Hand Demon Lord knew that unless he did