Ming River's Dao Heart faced a severe challenge.
Despite having faced countless deaths, he considered himself well-experienced.
However, Xuanqing always managed to expand Ming River's horizons in some bizarre ways.
"Relax, relax."
"Isn't it just the Soul Hook? Don't worry about how it hooks souls, as long as it works."
Xuanqing sat astride the mighty Five-Colored Lion, turning his head to look at the incredulous Ming River, laughing, "Look around, our achievements in battle are remarkable!"
"These Divine Weapons and Divine Generals, Spiritual Beasts and ferocious birds, all prostrate at your feet, submitting to your rule."
Ming River's face darkened, and his lips trembled with anger: "I'd rather not have such achievements!"
He is a proper god.
Even if he is to gather gods and subjects,
They definitely should not be underlings subdued by coercion!
