"Stop playing god with me!"
Ming Xuan let out a panicked shout, swinging his scythe swiftly toward Wang Hao's neck.
But the next second, silence fell over the arena again, as Wang Hao stood still, effortlessly catching Ming Xuan's scythe between two fingers.
"Since you won't choose, then I'll make the choice for you!" Wang Hao's mouth curled into a cold smirk.
Ming Xuan's pupils shrunk, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead. He was now certain that Wang Hao had achieved the Divine Realm and become a deity; otherwise, it would have been impossible to stop his full-powered blow with just two fingers.
Thinking this, Ming Xuan felt as though he wanted to die; he realized that this family was not only twisted but also particularly good at playing weak.
He had thought that because this mother was the Ice Palace Master, he could confidently engage her.
