This time, the old beggar couldn't keep up pretences any longer.
He had thought that after being influenced by countless illusions, White Mitchell was thoroughly confused.
However, White Mitchell was not influenced by the illusions from the beginning until the end.
This kid's divine soul was so strong that it instilled a sense of fear in people.
You have to understand, even the powerful beings in the later stages of Foundation Establishment, they may not have the freakish soul strength that he has now.
For a moment, the old beggar seemed flustered; facing the sword thrust by White Mitchell, he hastily left his golden throne.
"You little devil, quite peculiar. But it's useless, your only choice now is to obediently let me seize your soul. You're simply no match for me," the old beggar howled in frustration.
Yet, it was as if White Mitchell did not hear him at all. The sword in his hand thrust forward once more.