Liu Wanxiong stubbornly held his ground, unwilling to reveal everything and divulge heaven's secrets without any guarantee of protection.
"See the situation for what it is. You have no right to bargain now!" Xiao Chen said coldly. Light gleamed from his sword edge, slicing open some of the flesh on Liu Wanxiong's neck as dark red blood gushed forth.
The torrential rain fell like hammers. The stench of blood spread through the air. Confined within the black ancient prison, Liu Wanxiong's body trembled faintly. Shame and fury intertwined, and he wished he could leap up and kill someone in a desperate final gamble.
Having roamed the world for half his life, he had experienced lows before, yet he had never suffered such humiliation.
However, after struggling for a moment, Liu Wanxiong gradually calmed down.
Before life and death, fear ultimately rose in his heart, and he could no longer remain ferocious.
Above all, the white-robed youth before him was too astonishing—valiant as a young god or devil, unreachable and impossible to overcome.
"A thousand li away, the Luminous Demon Grotto... Saint-Hand Cunning General, Zhao Liuguang!"
Liu Wanxiong spoke in a low voice.
He was gambling—gambling that Xiao Chen would show mercy and spare his life.
Though the hope was slim.
Still, he had no choice.
Whoosh!
Sword light streaked across the sky, its blazing radiance illuminating heaven. Purple divine haze burned like a sacred sun, twisting space, scattering wind and rain, evaporating clouds and mist as it surged skyward.
Blood sprayed, and a head fell. Liu Wanxiong's sea-like vitality was obliterated, and he was thoroughly dead.
The Six Paths Divine Wheel dispersed, and the black ancient prison vanished into nothingness. Amid wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, Xiao Chen stood proudly, his white robes like snow, untouched by dust.
Yet at