"Too bad. I can't let you go."
Li Zhōujūn said with a smile.
At his words, the Blood Sophora Tree Demon's expression changed dramatically. Despair welled up in its heart, yet it had not the slightest intention of resisting.
Even True Monarch Juxiang, as powerful as he was, had been unable to withstand a single sword strike from this True Immortal before him.
What could it possibly do against a True Immortal-level powerhouse?
All it could say was that those who often walked by the river were bound to get their shoes wet sooner or later.
"But in consideration of your sincerity, I can spare your life. However, you must agree to three things." Li Zhōujūn smiled.
"Esteemed Immortal, please speak!"
The Blood Sophora Tree Demon's face lit up with wild joy.
As long as it could live, anything was negotiable!
"See that place over there?" Li Zhōujūn pointed toward the distant village.
The houses there had collapsed, the earth had split apart, and the villagers' faces were filled with despair.
And all of this miserable devastation had been caused solely by the corpse of True Monarch Juxiang falling to the ground.
As the saying went, when immortals fought, mortals suffered.
That was why Li Zhōujūn actually disliked fighting most of the time.
After all, he had once been one of those at the bottom himself.
He could empathize with these villagers.
"Could it be that the True Immortal finds these mortals an eyesore? I'll go deal with them for you right now!" the Blood Sophora Tree Demon said, brimming with killing intent.
Li Zhōujūn: "..."
To be honest, he somewhat regretted sparing this fellow's life.
Although this thing acted timidly in his presence, that was only because of the strength he had displayed.
If he were merely an Integration