So he needed to break through, and returned to the original status.
The breakthrough could happen, but it would drain this little world dry, leaving it in ruins.
"You!" The Martial God could not believe it.
But he also trusted his own judgment.
"How I did it doesn't matter to you, but now we can have a good talk, right?" Small Knife smiled.
Naturally, just now, all the aura and energy from his body had been stored in his personal space.
Even the Martial God in front of him couldn't see this, though he instantly realized his great tonic was gone.
"A martial artist is never threatened and never enslaved." The Martial God sighed.
"Indeed, only with such tenacity can you reach this point!" Small Knife mumbled to himself, but shook his head and said, "I am half a martial artist too, so I understand, this is not a threat, but a cooperation, and it won't taint the martial artist's heart."
The Martial God said nothing more, looking at Small Knife, obviously waiting.
