Wen Shiqing took a deep breath and said gravely, "Shen Zhiqin wants Jiang Bei to go alone to Divine Punishment Mountain in two days... and hand over the ancient saint's inheritance. Only then... only then will he release them..."
He paused before continuing, "This severed arm is merely a warning. If Jiang Bei is even half a quarter-hour late, he'll kill one person! If he's two quarter-hours late... he'll kill two!"
"What?!"
Xiao Zhantian and Cheng Poyue looked as though they had been struck by lightning, their faces drained of color!
"Is that bastard even human?!"
Xiao Zhantian suddenly drove a fist viciously into a wooden table beside him!
Boom—crack!
The tabletop was instantly punched through by the force of his fist, splinters flying everywhere!
Xiao Zhantian's eyes were split wide with rage as he roared, "He's using the lives of Old Qin, Fan Chen, Lin Feng, Xue Wei, Yun Yao... and even so many innocent people like Old Mo to threaten us! All just to lure Jiang Bei out of the city? No... wait! Divine Punishment Mountain?!"
He abruptly stopped and exchanged a look with Cheng Poyue, whose expression had changed just as drastically.
Both men's eyes were filled with incredulous terror. Then, in unison, they turned toward Wen Shiqing and asked in horror, "Elder Wen, could it be... that Divine Punishment Mountain?!"
Wen Shiqing nodded heavily and said in despair, "Other than the Divine Punishment Mountain stained with the blood of the Reincarnation Immortal... what other place could it be?!"
Xiao Zhantian's expression changed dramatically. He then spun toward Jiang Bei and said urgently, "Jiang Bei! You absolutely cannot go! That place is a deathtrap that devours people without even spitting out their bones! Going there is courting death! Ten lives wouldn't be enough to fill that pit!