Zhao Changhe said: "Did you say that just to bolster your own confidence because you think I might be able to kill you?"
Bodhisattva: "..."
Taking out the Golden Arrow that had once been drenched in the blood of the Demon God, Zhao Changhe approached Bodhisattva: "Talking is useless, let's try it and we'll know... I can't guarantee whether I can kill you, but I'm confident I can make you fall asleep like the last epoch, awakening God knows when. What do you think?"
The black Qi around Bodhisattva began to fluctuate, clearly sharing the same thought: "Zhao Changhe, you're not usually one to waste words. What do you want? Just say it."
"Tsk... No wonder you're the Heart Demon, you're quite skilled at perceiving the human heart." Zhao Changhe said: "I'll ask you a few questions. If you can answer them, I might spare your life or even let you go."
Bodhisattva didn't believe it: "You'd let me go? What a joke."
