"Zhou Daqian, do you know that you personally severed your own path to survival?"
Ren Zong arrogantly listed Zhou You's "crimes."
"The Eight Lords are not harsh men. If you had obediently lowered your head back then, things could still have remained harmonious between lord and subject. But of all things, you should never have killed the envoy, stripping the Eight Lords of all face."
"Even so, the Eight Lords gave you one final chance. Why did you kill the second envoy?"
"Ying Tianfeng had intended to capture you alive and bring you back, yet you killed him. Now that I am acting personally, it will not merely be you who dies. Your entire family will die with you."
With that, Ren Zong flicked his sleeve. "Enough. Speaking further with you is pointless. Quietly accept your death!"
In his view, Zhou You's brief burst of Grandmaster-level combat power just now, along with that heaven-sent sword move, had merely been an extraordinary performance that could not be repeated.
Ren Zong glanced around. Zhou Nanwang was nowhere to be seen, while the Aged Grandmaster had been held up in another corner.
At this place and at this moment, no one could stop him from making a move against Zhou You.
Facing a Grandmaster-level attack head-on was an experience Zhou You had never had in his life. He felt as helpless as prey before its natural predator.
That lofty, crushing pressure was the hallmark of someone standing an entire major realm above him.
"Six Directions Divide, One Finger Rules the Land!"
Ren Zong lightly flicked out a fingertip. In the blink of an eye, it swelled to the size of a mountain and came crashing down upon him.
This was a level of power utterly different from Ying Tianfeng's.
Before this, every method