"Your soul scattered to the winds? You old Zhang bastard, do you really think the three of us brothers are so easy to fool? This may be the Huiyin Mountain Range, but it's still far from your Heavenly Corpse Sect's main altar. If we wipe you out, we'll still have plenty of time to leave. The one whose soul will be scattered to the winds is you..."
When the old man heard that, his expression turned extremely ugly. Yet he knew full well that the other side was not merely bluffing. Facing three Demon-Transformed of the same level, he had not the slightest chance of victory, to say nothing of the fact that the Zhong Brothers were blood brothers to begin with, naturally skilled at splitting apart and joining together in coordinated attacks.
Was he truly going to fall here?
The old man's face was filled with terror, and his eyes kept darting around nonstop as he desperately tried to scheme a way out. But in such a short span, how could he possibly come up with a good idea?
"Old cur, obediently bind your hands and surrender, and you can suffer a lot less pain."
The eldest of the Zhong Brothers let out a sharp shout. He raised his left hand, spiritual light flickered, and a golden spear surfaced. Arcs of lightning coiled and flashed around the spear, crackling and popping as the explosive sounds entered the ear.
Then the man gripped the spear and thrust it straight at the old man's chest.
Demon-Transformed wielded treasures differently from cultivators. They did not release them from their hands and sacrifice them out; from the looks of it, they were rather similar to martial arts experts.
However, relying on their Demon-Transformed bodies, whether in speed or strength, they were not inferior