"I refuse!"
The calm voice, like a true Divine, issuing a normal oracle.
The consequences, however, were extremely grave. The "Dead Soul Worm," which barely emitted a humble aura, was evidently very dissatisfied with Tang Qi's decision. Its slightly lowered head abruptly lifted, and the billions of eyes and those dead soul fine hairs, in the next second, were about to burst out with terrifying power.
Its body lay like a tiny worm inside a baby's skull, but it could instantly release mind projections to all opponents in the arena and the audience together.
"You are not a god, and even less so that lord; you cannot enslave the great Brain Worm."
