The white-haired middle-aged man shook his fingers slightly with a small slight sway.

“…Who is the sacred place of God?”

Zang Tao looked at the white-haired middle-aged man in front of him in horror. After he found that he could speak again, he couldn't help but tremble.

No one knows the horror of the person in front of him better than him.

Especially after the other party patted his shoulder, Zang Tao was extremely shocked to find that his body was completely disobedient and allowed to be controlled by the other party like a puppet.

He can't move or speak.

Because he had no consciousness at all.

His brain is clearly clear and rational, but he can't do anything himself.

This feeling of despair and helplessness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow almost made Zang Tao, who was tenacious, collapse.

"Didn't I say it? My name is Asheng."

The gray-haired middle-aged man said with a smile.

"But I have another name before, I don't know if you've heard of it..."

"My name is Xia Fan, Xia Tian Xia, the gods descend to the earth."
Chapter completed!