The Killing Angel's Idea

Qian Daoliu sucked in a cold breath after hearing this airtight scheme.

Good heavens!

Not only had this kid seen through the gods' thoughts, he had even plotted to use the lofty Asura God as a cash cow of a wage slave!

"Hahaha! Good kid!"

Qian Daoliu was stunned for a long while, then could not help stroking his beard and laughing heartily.

"When it comes to reading people's hearts, this old man is completely convinced! Since you know what you're doing and intend to keep him as bait, this old man won't worry about it."

The old man chuckled twice and was about to turn around to enjoy some tea.

"By the way, Great-Grandfather."

Ye Yuan suddenly changed the subject. Looking at Qian Daoliu, his tone became somewhat teasing.

"Once I seize that Asura Divine Sword and erase the hidden danger within it, would you be interested in this Asura Godhood?"

"What!"

Qian Daoliu stumbled, nearly dropping the teapot in his hand.

He turned around in astonishment.

"Xiao Yuan, don't joke with this old man. How could these old bones, which have served the Angel for a lifetime, possibly become some Asura God?"

"Angels represent judgment, while Asura represents slaughter. If someone else wielded the divine sword and became the Killing Angel of our Spirit Hall Empire, making the Asura God retire obediently, that wouldn't be bad either."

Ye Yuan smiled.

"Forget it! This old man only hopes to hold his great-grandchildren now. I won't do this fighting and killing business."

Qian Daoliu laughed loudly and waved his hands repeatedly, taking Ye Yuan's words as a joke as he hummed a tune and walked away.

Ye Yuan merely smiled as he watched Qian Daoliu's retreating figure.

Late at night, Sea God Mountain.

The golden Sea God's Light appeared especially