Li Chengfeng heard Zhou Xuan's urging, his will wavering in struggle.
He wanted to act, to cut down the Heavenly Official's incarnation, pushing today's grand play of "Fake God" to a more magnificent level.
Taking ten thousand steps back,
Zhou Xuan had helped him so much,
he ultimately didn't want to disappoint Zhou Xuan.
Yet when he tried to raise the lantern in his hand, an overwhelming panic surged in his heart—as low as the incarnation's Incense Fire Level was, it was still God-level,
and the bonds with a God felt like a thick chain, shackling Old Li's thoughts of resistance.
"Old Li, if not for the Heavenly God backing you, you'd be a dead man today,
who killed you?!
The Heavenly Official, with a divine decree, wants to erase all your life's achievements—doesn't that fill you with hatred and humiliation?"
"Yes... it was the Heavenly Official. The Heavenly Official killed me without reason."
Zhou Xuan roared: "Then why reason with him? Old Li, stand up, don't kneel!"
