"If you dare take one step closer, I'll slaughter him! Slaughter him!"
The warrior leader, Du Tong, was truly terrified, frightened by Ye Zhen's methods.
Three Dao Realm offerings who stood high above all others, men even the chief steward behind them treated with utmost respect, had been taken out by Ye Zhen within a few short breaths.
Just how powerful was this Ye Zhen?
How terrifying?
The sheer shock left Du Tong without even the slightest confidence to resist.
He pinned his hopes of survival directly on the hostages in his hands.
He thought that, as Ye Zhen's trusted subordinate, Liu Feng ought to be valuable enough to trade for his life.
And Du Tong's thinking was not wrong.
To Ye Zhen, Liu Feng was priceless.
Not one Du Tong—not even ten or a hundred of them—could compare to a single life of Liu Feng's.
But to Ye Zhen, Du Tong's threat...
"Ah..."
Looking at Du Tong, the warrior leader whose hands were trembling, and the warriors behind him who were following his example, Ye Zhen let out an inexplicable sigh.
Then Ye Zhen pointed at Du Tong and the others and began cursing. "Look at you. So many World King Realm martial artists, with the weakest among you being late Mystic Palace Realm martial artists, and you're actually using this kind of method to save your lives?"
"You may not find it shameful, but I feel ashamed for the master behind you!"
"Honestly..."
Ye Zhen's face was full of contempt.
Seeing Ye Zhen scold them, Du Tong and his warriors became even more reassured. Ye Zhen's attitude made them even more certain that this method would work, certain that the hostages in their hands were valuable.
"Let us leave, and we guarantee we won't harm a single hair