Zen couldn't care less about the Evil God's ridicule. Instead, he asked, "Are you eavesdropping on us?"
"There is nothing in the Source World that can escape my perception," the Evil God scoffed. "Everything here belongs to me and can be used by me. Why would I ever need to eavesdrop on you?"
This was an exaggeration, because the Source World was not his inner world. He wasn't all-knowing as he claimed.
However, it was true that no one could surpass his control over the Source World.
The Evil God continued, "If you submit to me, I will make you the ruler of the Source World. All the creatures and super forces of the provinces will submit to you. We can build the Source World together. What do you think?"
As he said this, he waved his hand gently.
Numerous emerald green vines quickly grew around the Pear Hill. Leaves ten feet wide uncurled and revealed strange flowers. The refreshing fragrance of flowers spread everywhere, and soon enough, the whole mountain was an emerald green sea.
The Snake Goddess race and the human race that were in the Pear Hill at that time were shocked to see this unfold.
"Whose method is this?"
"With so much greenery covering the mountain, I'm afraid only the Chaos Ancient God who is in charge of the life truth can do it."
"Why did he do that?"
Because the people of the Pear Hill didn't know the existence of the Evil God, they weren't afraid at all.
"I politely refuse," Zen said without hesitation.
He was completely different from the Evil God, which meant there was no way he would cooperate.
The Evil God was not surprised at Zen's answer. With one wave of his hand, the plants swayed towards him as if they were bowing. "There are three hundred and twenty-three million nine hundred and seventy thousand creatures living in this huge mountain. Most of them are weak. If they absorb even a drop of poisonous fog, they'd be dead. It is quite pitiful to kill all of them at once."
A low plant hidden away among the sea of plants was summoned by the Evil God; it was called the Poisonous Dust Grass. In the center of the grass lay a fist-sized fruit that held the deadliest poison.
Pop!
The Evil God pointed his finger at the fruit, and it cracked. Just then, a poisonous bright yellow mist burst out and began to spread.
Whatever the poisonous mist enveloped withered and died. It was obvious that the mist was toxic.
The Eternal Realm warriors were not afraid of the poisonous mist. From experience, it had always been difficult for the poisonous mist to kill the Chaotic Source Realm warriors.
However, there were only a few people above the Chaotic Source Realm in the Pear Hill. If the Evil God released all the poisonous mist from the grass, surely ninety-nine percent of the people on the mountain would die.
"Why don't you reconsider my suggestion?" the Evil God threatened Zen with a sneer.
"Ha-ha!"
Gerald chuckled.
All of a sudden, a green light flashed within his eyes and a green magic array hovered over his head, spinning non-stop.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The life energy of the flowers and trees across the mountain quickly faded and were absorbed by Gerald's body.
As Gerald extracted all the life energy of the plants within a second, the Poisonous Dust Grass also withered and died.
He said, "Do not ever threaten us with such a dirty trick!"
Though it was true that the Evil God had killed one Chaos Ancient God, three Chaos Ancient Gods and a group of Eternal Realm warriors still existed in the Pear Hill. It would never be easy to get rid of them all.
Seeing that Gerald destroyed his plants as if they were nothing, the Evil God did not flinch.
Instead, he grinned. "Well then, I can only use the real method."
Once he finished speaking, his body disintegrated and the dust flew away with the wind.
In the Sword Blade Peak, a group of human disciples concentrated on their cultivation.
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