Refining the God Ranking, Human Race's Luck

So now, Lin Chen just had to think of himself as the Eon God?

The Heavenly Emperor!

The key was whether this phantom expert was really crazy!

"Eon God, you dare to spy on me with your mortal body? Aren't you afraid that I'll kill you?"

The phantom roared again.

"Kill them!"

Lin Chen could only continue gambling.

Since he was certain that he was the mortal body of the Heavenly Emperor Eon God, why didn't Lin Chen just pretend?

At this moment, he said calmly, "You've killed my mortal body, but it's just a shell. However, you'll always want me to let you out!"

"Ahh!"

As expected, the phantom old man could not withstand such stimulation.

"You don't have to do this. Although I'm not satisfied with your performance this time, if you're willing to hand over the God Ranking, I might be able to release you in three to five years."

Lin Chen quickly said.

"Really?"