"Do you know what you are doing?"
The voice seeping through the Pope's lips was no longer like water, but a bone-chilling cold.
Chen Changsheng looked into his eyes and solemnly declared, "I'm well aware of what I am doing."
He seemed very calm, but he was actually very nervous, the hands gripping the arms of the wheelchair slightly shaking, even the blood on his face dulling due to his emotions.
He did not use the Blazing Sword technique. He had placed his true essence under a certain level of control to ensure that the speed at which his true blood flowed out of his body was not too quick.
But for the Pope, one of the supreme experts of the world, it would naturally be easy to catch scent of his blood's odor at such a close distance.
The sea of stars within the Pope's eyes had already transformed into a raging river.
Chen Changsheng was taking a risk, a risk that put his life in danger, or even a danger that exceeded this sort of level.
He had done so on purpose.