Blackgod's Hopelessness

"Han Sen..." Li Xinglun was a little nervous. Judging from his knowledge of Blackgod, he knew his true intent.

"It's okay. If someone wants to give me the beast soul for free, I will gladly accept it. So it's settled." Han Sen stopped Li Xinglun from talking.

Han Sen knew that Li Xinglun was trying to be nice, and he also understood Blackgod's line of thought, but this went perfectly with his own idea. He and Tang Zhenliu had been in training for a long time and they had 100% confidence in their ability to repel the Tornado Knife skill. It went well with their irritation at being unable to take care of Blackgod once and for all. But now he had delivered himself here, and Han Sen was extremely glad.

He could also get his Inferno Bull back. Han Sen would not let this opportunity pass him by.

"Good! That was a quick decision; I think I'm starting to grow fond of you." Blackgod laughed coldly.