Sacrifice; Establishing Authority

Zhang Zhi froze when he heard this. He carefully looked the person over, then, instead of saying anything unpleasant, asked him directly, "Are you sure?"

"Let's set aside whether your blood is qualified to wash away the humiliation we suffered."

"Aren't you worried that, even after killing you, we'll still go to the Barren Heaven Continent and attack your people?"

The man glanced up at Zhang Zhi. "If my people—or the countless races on the Barren Heaven Continent—were slaughtered because of my arrogance and conceit, then even if I survived, I would spend the rest of my life drowning in regret and self-reproach."

"So I might as well maximize the value of my life while it still has some."

"I also heard the conversation between you gentlemen and True Lord Changtian just now."

"You were willing to let the Visiting Group off even after they offended you simply because you had agreed to let them visit."

"So, if you agree to my conditions, then given how much you and your people care about your reputation, you shouldn't break your word."

"Besides, even if you don't care about your reputation, I'm willing to try even if there's only the slightest chance."

"After all, compared with the sentient beings on the Barren Heaven Continent, my life is truly insignificant."

After hearing this, Zhang Zhi gave the man a deep look and found his expression extremely resolute.

Clearly, what he was saying now was exactly what he thought in his heart.

Zhang Zhi said nothing more to him and instead turned back to look at Professor Confucius.

To be honest, Zhang Zhi rather admired people like this.

Judging from the man's words and actions, he truly regarded himself as the guardian of the Barren Heaven Continent. Everything he had done before—or rather, his