He had originally thought this young thousand-man commander of the Demon Suppression Bureau was merely putting on an air of authority, relying on his position and a measure of cultivation. He had never expected his opponent to be so powerful.
A single strike had broken the blood baleful saber energy he had unleashed with all his strength. Such power was enough to shock him.
Su Fei looked down at Blood Butcher with an indifferent expression, without the slightest hint of boasting in his voice.
"If I had no real ability, would I have rashly come to mediate the conflict between your two sides? Would I have dared lay down a rule that each side gets half right before you? Blood Butcher, I'll give you one more chance. Either stop immediately, accept my proposal, and divide the Mount Mang Ore Vein peacefully."
"Or I will cripple your Dharma Manifestation Realm cultivation and personally escort you to the Blood Baleful Intent Sect to answer for your crimes. You will bear the consequences then. Both paths are before you. Choose for yourself."
As his words fell, the Dharma Manifestation Realm pressure surrounding Su Fei surged once more, even more vast and fierce than before, making Blood Butcher's heart sink.
He could sense that the foundations of Su Fei's Dharma Aspect were far stronger than he had imagined.
Qingxuan Zi stood to one side, his expression growing increasingly grave as he silently weighed his options.
Su Fei's strength did not seem weak. If Blood Butcher was defeated, the Ancient Sword School would be the next to suffer.
For now, it would be better to accept Su Fei's proposal. At least they could preserve half their interests.
Blood Butcher's face alternated between ashen and pale, his eyes filled with reluctance and inner struggle. He gripped