The moment its gaze touched the Asura Demon Sword, it suddenly came to its senses again.
This sword was the shackle it used to suppress Tang Chen, the symbol of authority over the Capital of Slaughter, and the key to becoming a god in the future.
Hand it over? That would be like cutting off its own arm!
The two thoughts tore frantically at its mind, nearly ripping apart this already crumbling shell.
The stench of blood around them suddenly grew thicker. The winds of the Capital of Slaughter swept past with countless wails, as though mocking its hesitation.
"I have it!"
The Bat King's consciousness suddenly surged with excitement.
A trace of cunning flashed through his scarlet eyes, like a venomous snake glimpsing prey in the darkness.
"Agree to it first! Once Tang Chen's consciousness dissipates, all the power of this body will be under my control. With the decades of tacit understanding between me and the Asura Demon Sword, would I still fear dealing with some brat?"
The Bat King even began imagining what would happen next:
After Shen Lian helped him eliminate this grave threat and reached out to claim the demon sword, he would suddenly strike, wielding the Asura Demon Sword through Tang Chen's body and pinning the figure before him in a pool of blood.
Then, not only would he gain complete control over everything, but he could also seize that strange Soul Power within Shen Lian. It was a perfect plan!
"Fine, I agree."
The Bat King controlled Tang Chen's vocal cords, deliberately making his voice sound hoarse and heavy, as though he had gone through an intense internal struggle.
He even lowered his head slightly, concealing the greed in his eyes beneath the shadow of his black robe before speaking to Shen Lian.