The man in brocade twisted his neck, and his confidence instantly surged back.
Once his confidence returned, his gaze fell involuntarily upon Qin He's Big Black Shovel—and he could no longer look away.
A Chaos Heavy Treasure!
Even the lowest-grade Chaos Weapon was still a supreme treasure.
Objects of Chaos were rare to begin with, and forging them into weapons was even harder. It required peerless secret forging arts, the gathered fortune of heaven and earth, and immeasurable merit to create one.
If he could seize such a treasure, he would strike it rich beyond measure.
Heaven-swallowing wealth!
A heaven-defying opportunity!
And it was right before his eyes.
Kill this False God, and it would be his.
"You want this?"
Qin He stopped and rolled his numb arm. Seeing the greed in the brocade-clad man's eyes, he immediately understood what he was thinking.
"This weapon looks like it has an affinity with me." The greed on the man's face gradually ceased to be concealed.
"An affinity? You mean the roundness of your head?" Qin He's lips curled slightly. It was good that he wanted it. What he feared was that the man would lose the desire for it and flee for his life—then he would be hard to chase down.
"Hit it off?"
The man in brocade paused, then teased, "Young man, if you can give me that shovel, then today we shall turn swords into jade and silk. This god will ensure that you live freely and comfortably in the lower realm, with no one to disturb you. How about it?"
A Chaos Heavy Treasure was, after all, a supreme treasure. If he could first trick it into his hands—
Then killing this False God would become much easier.
It was only a few words, after all. If he