The Saint Race Divine Pill Realm martial artist stared at Luo Zheng, his face clouded with uncertainty and suspicion...
The faint pressure radiating from Luo Zheng made him realize that this man was an ultimate powerhouse!
The gap between his cultivation and Luo Zheng's was far too great for him to see through Luo Zheng's true strength. However, he could guess that Luo Zheng's cultivation was at least at the Three Transformations to Divinity level, and that he might even be a Realm Lord!
Wasn't the Seven Severance Realm occupied by their Saint Race? For a powerhouse like this to dare enter the Seven Severance Realm—wasn't he simply courting death?
"You—you are...? What do you want? Could it be that you're planning to pledge allegiance to my Saint Race...?" This Saint Race martial artist's cultivation might not have been high, but his mind was still quick. In an instant, he had arrived at such an answer.
If this person really intended to pledge allegiance, then he might still have a sliver of hope of staying alive. When people encountered trouble, they always chose to think in the best possible direction—and the Saint Race was no exception.
"You have no right to know my purpose." Luo Zheng cast a faint glance at him, then released his fingers. The whip immediately drooped and retracted into the Saint Race martial artist's hand.
Luo Zheng's action instantly brought a trace of joy to the Saint Race martial artist's heart. He felt that he had guessed Luo Zheng's purpose correctly. This man really had come to pledge allegiance, but simply did not wish to tell him...
But Luo Zheng's next words ruthlessly crushed the hope that had just risen in the Saint Race martial artist's heart.
"Weaklings, all of you can die." Luo Zheng then