I Have Something to Say

The Demon Suppression Division members only froze for a moment before charging at Qin He.

At once, quite a few people looked at Qin He with deep pity in their eyes.

A Dao Palace Realm expert held the power of life and death in his hands. With a single word, he could decide a person's fate. One "drag" and one "beat"—Liang Hengshi's attitude could not have been clearer.

Whether Qin He had lied or not, he was definitely dead.

Very soon, two True Essence Realm Elite Soldiers from the Demon Suppression Division seized Qin He's hands.

Poor Qin He—he had not even pulled his finger out of his nostril before his hands were grabbed. They nearly tore his nostril open.

His eyes immediately widened.

What the hell, you old bastard, you're going to beat me before I've even finished two sentences?

So what if you're in the Dao Palace Realm?

"Wait... I have something to say," Qin He hurriedly called out.

Yet Qin He was merely a lowly Corpse Burner, insignificant and unheard. The two Elite Soldiers took his words as nothing more than an ant's dying cry and, without pausing, began dragging him outside.

Unless a Dao Palace Realm expert withdrew his command, who would dare stop?

It was Marquis of Purple Robes who spoke up then, pointing at Qin He. "Speak, and make it quick!"

Only then did the two Elite Soldiers stop.

With a struggle, Qin He pulled his seized hands back.

This movement stunned the two Elite Soldiers. When they had grabbed Qin He, they had used tremendous force, practically lifting him up while locking his joints.

Forget someone in the Mortal Body Realm—even someone stronger than them could not have broken free so easily.

Yet Qin He had escaped. It felt as though his hands