"Still, it did not matter."
"If you refused, I would kill the warriors behind you first, then slaughter your family one by one until you agreed."
It was hard to imagine that a young master as gentle as jade could speak such icy words.
His voice was not harsh either. On the contrary, it was exceedingly mild.
He sounded as calm and indifferent as if he were asking his little companions whether they wanted to crush some ants, then overturn the entire anthill and leave none alive.
"Although the Land of Divine Prohibition restricts us greatly, soul extraction and spirit refinement can still be done."
The guard standing behind the young master like a wooden carving slowly raised his head.
It was a face weathered by extreme old age.
His eyes shone brightly, like ancient savage beasts. When they fixed upon someone, even space seemed to freeze, congealing the souls beneath that gaze.
Everyone shuddered.
They had all heard of the power of the capital's nobles, of how they could reduce people to flying ash at the slightest provocation, but this was their first time witnessing it.
The fierce killing intent erupting from the old man's body left everyone unable to speak.
Zhao Qingyi's palm trembled slightly, and the body gripping the ancient sword could not stop itself from bending.
Yet he still gritted his teeth and held on.
Even as thin streams of blood ran from the corners of his mouth, his iron-sharp eyes stared at the noble young master. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Does no one govern this?"
He did not believe that even if the other party was an immortal, he could kill at will without punishment.
That day, Xia Long had said that he had killed quite a few Golden Core cultivators.
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