Withered Bone Great Emperor was both shocked and furious. Fierce in appearance but cowardly within, he invoked the powers behind him and the emperors of the heavens, hoping to intimidate Lin Feng into stopping.
Shadow-Silence Great Emperor spoke coldly, his voice thick with dread and viciousness. "Spare us, fellow Daoist! The three of us concede! We entered this trap because our vision was narrow and we failed to recognize your strength. We willingly withdraw and will never covet the Secret Realm's opportunities again! From now on, our well water will not mingle with your river water!"
At the brink of death, the three Great Emperors' composure completely collapsed.
From their initial arrogance, crushing confidence, and certainty of catching a turtle in a jar, to their terrified pleas for mercy and surrender now, the contrast was bitterly ironic.
Yet Lin Feng remained impassive, his heart unruffled, without a trace of pity or mercy in his eyes.
"You laid a trap to surround and kill me, harbored murderous intent, coveted my origin, and sought to seize the fruit of my Dao."
"Your murderous intent has already stirred, and this feud has already been forged. How can our well water possibly stay clear of your river water?"
Lin Feng's tone was cold, every word ringing clear, every sentence piercing to the bone. "When you laid this death trap today to kill me and plunder my opportunities, you should have foreseen the consequences of defeat."
Cultivation across the heavens demanded decisiveness in killing and clear distinctions between gratitude and grudges.
The three Great Emperors had attacked first, plotting to surround and kill him while coveting his supreme fortune. They had already forged a mortal feud that would end only in death. If he showed leniency today and allowed them to leave, they would inevitably