<h4>Chapter 2058: Chapter 2058: Picking a Fight</h4>


    Pranay Martinez was tied to a chair, a mass of bloody flesh continuously squirming on the ground.


    Half of it was wrapped around Pranay Martinez, and the other half was still on the floor.


    Upon hearing Julius Reed enter, the thing twisted something akin to a head.


    A bloody mess, nothing could be seen.


    "Osher Reed? Julius Reed?" There was no panic on Pranay Martinez’s face, only disgust.


    Within the ruins of the Nine Spirits Temple, his power was suppressed, making him no different from a normal person.


    So at the moment the Martial Artist of the Dusty tform appeared, he gave up struggling, only cooperating.


    Struggling wouldn’t solve anything, except bringing more suffering to himself.


    Might as well quietly wait and see what the final result would be.


    The worst oue would only be death.


    But with struggling, death woulde quicker.


    Pranay Martinez was a smart person, knowing how to make himself safer.


    "Guess?" Julius Reed walked over with a smile and pped Pranay Martinez hard in the face!


    It was quite a loud sound.


    And quite clear.


    "Betrayed me." Julius Reed said sternly, and then abruptly kicked him with no warning!


    Bam!


    The chair flipped over.


    The mass of flesh fell off.


    Since part of Pranay Martinez’s thoughts could be known by the so-called gods, Julius Reed had no choice but to deceive him first.


    But there was an advantage in doing so.


    Pranay Martinez would naturally cooperate.


    The main purpose of Julius Reed’s kick was to see what that mass of flesh was.


    If it was dangerous, he could help Pranay Martinez a bit.


    "I don’t believe the Divine Master would fall so easily. But now it seems you’ve schemed against him." Pranay Martinezy on the ground in an awkward position.


    After all, he was tied to a chair.


    "Fine, I’m willing to listen to you." Pranay Martinez spoke. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you, the Divine Master won’t die, much less disappear. If it were so easy to kill him, I would’ve done it long ago."


    "He’s entered the divine domain. The divine domain is the realm of gods, no mortal who enters has a chance of survival." Julius Reed said.


    He kept his eyes on the mass of flesh, which seemed to have stopped moving, with no reaction.


    "Divine domain..." Pranay Martinez sighed and, no longer entangled, spoke with slight annoyance, "You can’t just leave me lying here, can you?"


    Julius Reed walked over and set the chair upright.


    He raised his foot, ready to kick the flesh away.


    "Hold on."


    Strangely, the flesh spoke.


    "Are you sure he really surrendered?" The flesh squirmed, gradually standing up, and asked coldly, "Without the Prophet’s orders, no one can take him away. Also, this body was clearly pre-assigned to me."


    "Who are you?"


    Julius Reed frowned and asked.


    There were no surveince cameras in the room, nor were there any bystanders.


    He wasn’t worried about being exposed.


    He could just kill to silence.


    After all, Julius Reed never considered himself a good person.


    "Don’t you recognize me?" The flesh stood up, roughly humanoid. "Osher Reed, I am Darin. Your mind must’ve gone wrong after taking over Julius Reed’s body."


    "Wasn’t Darin dead?" This time, it was Pranay Martinez who questioned.


    Sparing Julius Reed the trouble of asking.


    "Almost dead, but I still have a breath left. The Darin you saw wasn’t my real body. Have you seen my current ghostly appearance? Every time I die, the body deteriorates. Fortunately, the Prophet saved me with all efforts, so I have the hope to survive."


    Darin turned around, looking at Pranay Martinez: "However, I don’t have much time left. So I applied to the Prophet to take over your body. Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt. But the process might be a bit slow.


    "Brother, I’ve already dered allegiance to the Prophet, have you given up on the idea?" Pranay Martinez felt a chill down his spine.


    This time, he was unprepared.


    When Osher Reed took over his body, Pranay Martinez had been preparing for many years to ensure the n was perfect, yet the sess rate was still very low.


    If any step hadn’t gone as he expected, it would’ve failed.


    Pranay Martinez would’ve disappearedpletely.


    But this time, no preparation.


    If Darin really took over his body, Pranay Martinez would be equivalent to dead.


    "You’re fickle, and I’ve already pledged allegiance to the Prophet. So, I’m more suitable. The Prophet will agree with this, after all, I don’t have much time left." After saying this, Darin moved towards Pranay Martinez.


    Ready to attempt.


    "Don’t mess around, man." Pranay Martinez instinctively retreated, speaking: "You’re not Osher Reed, you’re not a god servant, both of us are human. How could you possibly take over my body?"


    "Heh heh... Who told you I’m still human? If I were human, I’d be long dead. I’m a god servant; I’ve fused with Darin; I inherited his memories. I am Darin, understand?" Darin’s bloody body pressed against Pranay Martinez, sneering: "Come on, let me possess you."


    Swish!


    A sword struck out.


    The bloody Darin was sliced into two pieces.


    Dead.


    He had no chance of resurrection.


    This was the Dusty tform, this was the true body.


    "Quite disgusting." Julius Reed wiped the sword on Pranay Martinez, who looked a bit stunned, and said indifferently, "Cooperate obediently, or this will be your end."


    The corpse on the ground turned into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.


    Gradually evaporating.


    The room was filled with a foul stench.


    "You..." Pranay Martinez was slightly lost; he was now just an ordinary person, with his powers suppressed.


    "What? Unwilling?" Julius Reed asked.


    "Very well, from now on, I’ll work for the Prophet." Pranay Martinez lowered his head, ncing at the ropes on his body: "Untie me?"


    "Behave, you can’t escape." Julius Reed flipped the de, and the ropes broke apart.


    Falling to the ground.


    After doing all this, he left the room.


    Preparing to find Hiddy.


    Just as he stepped outside, he turned back, looking at Pranay Martinez. "You’re a servant of Green Snake, now tell me, where is Green Snake? If you lie, your life will be at stake! I hope you still have some value alive."


    At this question, Pranay Martinez began to think.


    "Yes, I’m a servant of Green Snake, but Green Snake’s whereabouts, I don’t know at the moment; I need a little time to track." He nodded.


    Something felt off.


    Could it be, that Osher Reed took over Julius Reed’s body, along with inheriting his memories?


    Is that why he’s treating me somewhat decently?


    No matter what, this was good news; Pranay Martinez was temporarily safe.


    Leaving the room, Julius Reed once again walked to the Prophet’s room.


    He couldn’t kill the Prophet yet; after all, it was Hiddy’s father, and Julius Reed still needed to use the Prophet to learn a little more.


    Like what exactly that Divine King was.


    "Pranay Martinez doesn’t know Green Snake’s tracks for now. But White Tiger likely killed the Guilt Emperor, resulting in no servants. Their next step is probably to seek servants." Julius Reed said.


    "Then... let’s give the Dusty tform’s owner a bit of a lesson. He’s been quite arrogant recently and was very disrespectful to me. Leave him alive; we still need him to do things." The Prophet closed his eyes and fell asleep.