"..."
Chen Ming strongly suspected that this Demon Venerable was playing with their minds. Indeed, anyone titled as a Demon Venerable is never simple; his earlier friendliness was just a facade.
Nine Nether Demon Venerable looked at him with a cold gaze, somewhat sarcastic, "If you want to live, you can only beg this Heavenly Master to spare you."
Chen Ming looked at the middle-aged Taoist priest, seeing that after hearing the bad news, the thread of golden electricity in his eyes flashed fiercely, emitting a faint purple hue. It seemed he was about to lose control.
What is that?
The familiar purple hue in the Taoist's eyes made his heart skip a beat.
"Boy, you'd better think clearly. If this person self-destructs his Yang God, it will be enough to destroy part of the Nine Nether Tower's prohibition, and those inside the tower cannot leave. It will take decades to repair. By then, you'll have to accompany me here for decades."
