Xu Zimo stared at Gang Yan and spoke word by word.
"Do you want to become the king of the hundred races?"
The moment those words fell, Gang Yan burst into laughter as though he had heard some enormous joke.
"Kid, I thought you were someone important.
Turns out you're just a little ghost who spouts grandiose nonsense."
Gang Yan snorted coldly.
"The king of the hundred races? Who would dare say something like that? What the hell are you?"
Xu Zimo did not get angry.
He merely gave a light wave of his hand.
An invisible force directly imprisoned Gang Yan.
Gang Yan struggled fiercely, but his body seemed trapped in the grip of powerful pincers. An invisible hand clutched his throat, leaving him unable to breathe.
"I don't want to say much else. You only need to know that your life and death rest on a single thought of mine."
"I... never... offended you, did I?" Gang Yan said as he struggled.
"Then how do you explain owing me one hand?" Xu Zimo asked in return.
"I never asked you to help me," Gang Yan replied.
"The gift I bestow upon you, you must accept," Xu Zimo said calmly.
"Refuse, and you die. But if you obey me, you will be able to ride the wind and break the waves throughout this Divine Continent."
"Who do you think you are?" Gang Yan could barely catch his breath.
"Did King Qin send you?"
"What the hell does King Qin count for? Don't you want to command the hundred races and share this realm with King Qin?"
Xu Zimo asked.
"Who wouldn't? But I don't have that ability. Even if you want to help me, you need to let me see what you're capable of.
Otherwise, my death would be