"Wait!" Qiongqi called out to Chi San, blood still trickling from the corners of his mouth.
"Are you going back on your word?" Chi San said darkly.
He had already endured humiliation and swallowed his pride, handing over the Rat Race's most closely guarded ultimate art.
The Bloodsword Rat Progenitor, creator of the Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra, had once declared that this Sword Scripture was to be passed down as the Rat Race's clan-defending ultimate art. None but direct descendants of the Bloodsword Rat lineage could learn it, and no Bloodsword Rat was permitted to leak it. Any violator would be deemed a traitor.
Strictly speaking, by giving the Blood Rat Thousand Sword Sutra to Xiao Chen, he had already betrayed his race!
After paying such a devastating price, if they still refused to let him go, then he could only fight to the death. Even if he died, he would tear a chunk of flesh from them first.
"Going back on my word? First, you wanted to imprison my disciples. Then you altered the scripture, intending to harm them. And now you still want to leave? How could there be such a cheap bargain?" Qiongqi sneered.
"Green-haired turtle, I advise you not to go too far. I am the sworn younger brother of the Golden Roc Great King. If you kill me, the Golden Roc Great King will never let you off! Even after slumbering for endless ages, the Golden Roc Great King has not fallen from the Emperor Realm. His bloodline is invincible, and he can sweep aside all foes in the same realm. You cannot possibly be his match!" Seeing that Qiongqi would not let up, Chi San simply tore away all pretense and invoked his sworn elder brother, the Golden Roc Great King.
The Golden