As Luohou's Mana True Body watched Lin Changsheng reject his invitation, his expression turned cold.
He was the Demon Ancestor, and his word had always been final.
Few dared say no to his face.
This mysterious Great Luo Golden Immortal really did have something to rely on.
Lin Changsheng was not afraid in the slightest.
It was only a Mana True Body. It could forget about making him submit.
"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you?"
Luohou spoke coldly.
"That depends on whether you have what it takes."
Magic Power surged throughout Lin Changsheng's body. He was ready for battle.
He did not believe Luohou had come all this way just to chat.
A battle was bound to break out.
"Hahaha."
"You're confident, and arrogant too."
"That fits the way our Demon Race does things quite well."
"Let me ask you this: why does the Heavenly Dao keep bestowing merit upon you?"
Luohou laughed, his laughter deafening.
But he still asked the question that concerned him deeply.
If he could obtain this method of receiving merit from the heavens, he would absolutely gain an overwhelming advantage in this struggle.
"You can't learn this method."
Lin Changsheng shook his head.
The gap between you and me is a system.
And ten top-tier talents.
"It seems you don't intend to tell me the truth."
"Very well."
"Let me see where your confidence comes from."
Luohou clearly believed that Lin Changsheng was unwilling to tell him.
Dense, pitch-black Demonic Dao Law gathered in his palm.
Then it transformed into a spear of pure Demonic Qi.
Demonic flames flickered along the spear.
In the blink of an eye, it vanished from its original position.
When it appeared again, it was already above Lin Changsheng's head.
A sense of mortal danger made Lin Changsheng's entire body