The face was a little blurry and didn't look real.

But the terrifying pressure swept across like a hurricane.

It directly pushed the wind and snow on the ground hundreds of meters behind.

Xue Bing's expression became cautious, and it felt threatened.

"Hand over the [Cross Blood Coffin], I don't want to cause massacre on the mainland."

The cold voice penetrated Zong Shen's eardrums.

Surprisingly calm, without the slightest hint of mania.

"Haha, Your Majesty the God of War doesn't think you can make me surrender with just a few words."

"Since you can interfere with the outside world to a limited extent, you must understand that a new era is about to begin, and who is the protagonist of this era."

"And your existence must represent some kind of mission."

Zong Shen placed his head firmly on Xue Bing's shoulder and answered without any hint of timidity.

According to some rules of the lord system, god-level power should not be able to interfere with the development of the continent at this stage, so the Blood God of War must also be restricted.

He was not intimidated by the other party's reputation of being able to shake the gods, but went through some rational analysis.

The bloody God of War fell silent.

It took about ten seconds before it answered.

"Chosen Son, you are right."

"But my unblocking will be beneficial to you."

"Your disaster is coming!"

Zong Shen was unmoved.

"What you say is unfounded."

"The [Cross Blood Coffin] is indeed in my hand."

"If you want me to hand it over, you have to come up with something sincere in exchange."

"We can act according to the rules, and all problems are actually not that complicated."
Chapter completed!