Ang Lakas ng Deity

"You're the fake."

The voice of the deity was resounding, similar to pieces of metal clanging with one another. His tone was impassive but absolute.

Through Sovereign Chen Ling's thoughts, it was already apparent to the deity whom the fake was.

As a being from a higher dimension, it was already a great embarrassment for him to have been played for a fool by someone from a lower dimension. If word spread, he could die of humiliation. There was no doubt that there was already a bundle of rage burning deep in his heart.

"Heh, it seems like I've been exposed!"

The very willingness of Sovereign Chen Ling to offer his soul up to the deity made a fundamental difference in their positions. This was something that Zhang Xuan would never be willing to do. As such, it had also become the greatest opening to his disguise.

With some awkward laughter, he raised his arm and charged forward.

Hu!