In his Sea of Consciousness, thunder was born, erasing all memories of the Sutra of Eternal Freedom.
Zhong Wuwang, supporting himself on his knees, almost collapsed, heaving heavy breaths, and glared fiercely at Chen Shi, "Chen! I'm not afraid of you, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist!"
Chen Shi smiled, went forward to help him up, and said, "I know you'll definitely give in someday, fearing you'll fall and become another Great Freedom Ming King. That's why I kindly advise you."
Zhong Wuwang snorted, pushed away his hand, "No need for your fake pleasantries!"
He straightened his back, his expression turning stern, "You also copied this scripture and gave it to the Great World Venerable. How can you be sure the Great World Venerable can resist?"
Chen Shi laughed, "I don't gamble on human nature."
