"You!"
Shen Xingyi and the others flushed crimson. They were Golden Core Cultivators, figures of standing even in the Borderlands. Yet Song Changsheng wanted them to kneel and beg for mercy, grind their faces into the ground, and trample them into the mud. Did he not know that Golden Core True Persons could not be humiliated?
"What, you feel humiliated?
By rights, you are not only the pillars of the Merchant Association, but also the young lady's elders. While the Chairman was in seclusion, rather than serve the association and assist the young lady, you plotted to harm both the Chairman and the young lady. What right did you have to feel humiliated?
Kneeling in repentance is your chance to live. This Seat does not wish to repeat himself. If you refuse, I merely have to harvest a few more heads.
Dare to act, dare to bear the consequences. You have already cultivated to the Golden Core Stage—do you still not understand such a simple truth?
If you cannot swallow your pride, then get out here and fight This Seat. Win, and you may leave. But let me remind you: if you lose, it will not be only your lives that you lose."
As he spoke, Song Changsheng turned his sharp gaze toward where Xuan Chen and Yuan Fang stood. Behind them stood the Ancient God Pavilion and the Xuanling Sect, respectively.
These two people were different from the rest. Put simply, they had ties they cared about, and those ties were laid out in plain sight.
Every move made by a Golden Core True Person represented the sect behind them. If they chose to resist to the bitter end, he could only uproot the Ancient God Pavilion and the Xuanling Sect along with them.
Once blood was spilled, the