Hearing that there were thirty drops of blood essence to be claimed, Jiang Ping An, who had been flying away, abruptly halted in midair.
He slowly turned around and swept his gaze over the three God Kings.
"This woman has already said everything she had to say. If you want to find your young master, go find that Tree Demon covered in eyes. We have neither the time nor the obligation to submit to your so-called investigation."
He was equally disgusted by the lofty attitude of these three men, as though they believed the two of them ought to obey their commands.
Without waiting for their response, Jiang Ping An coldly added, "Let me warn you in advance: if you insist on attacking us, you will bear all consequences yourselves."
"Heh! What the hell are you? You dare threaten us?"
The man in heavy armor was extremely displeased by the threat. "This King already gave you a chance. You were the ones who refused to cherish it. Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, we'll cripple you and drag you back!"
He stopped wasting words. With a shake of the divine sword in his hand, he transformed into a streak of light and charged at Jiang Ping An first, while the other two immediately followed.
Jiang Ping An helplessly shook his head.
Why was it that no matter where he went, he always encountered people like this? Relying on the forces behind them and their own cultivation, they believed they could act without restraint, treat others like grass and mustard, and do whatever they pleased.
Perhaps only when death drew near would they truly learn to reflect.
In an instant, a terrifying killing intent that blotted out heaven and covered earth erupted from Jiang Ping An's body.