At that moment, Yang Yun's hand in the ruins had already clenched into a fist. A sharp aura rippled continuously from within the rubble, its killing intent aimed directly at Shouxing.
But in the end, he was still far too weak. It would be difficult for him to recover any real fighting strength in a short time.
Given the state they were in, even Zhong Kui—or rather, the heavily injured Zhong Kui—could easily crush them.
"Shouxing, how about we make a deal?"
"Leave today, and we'll let bygones be bygones. Our Underworld will also offer appropriate sincerity."
Meng Po's expression was icy as she stared directly at Shouxing and spoke.
Zhong Kui could not hold him off.
The gap in strength between the two was simply too vast. It was no longer something that could be erased through persistence alone. If this continued, Zhong Kui would ultimately be unable to escape death.
And neither would they.
"Think it over?"
"Even if we die, the Underworld still has others. Do you really want to bring trouble upon yourself?"
"Believe me, even if the Underworld is destroyed in the end, we can still drag you down with us before that happens."
There was a faint threat in Meng Po's voice.
Shouxing smiled. "Senior Meng Po, if I let you leave today, can this matter truly be settled peacefully?"
"This Immortal has lived for a lifetime. I'm not foolish enough to believe that. We've already reached the point of mutual destruction. Isn't it laughable to say such things now?"
"Besides, This Immortal has remained here for a thousand years. You think a few words from you can simply send me away?"
"That's rather naive, isn't it?"
"If the Underworld truly reaches the day of its destruction, and its final trump card is