As his words fell, his gaze turned cold. He swept it over the six who had attacked him together, each word carrying the weight of judgment:
"Oh, right!"
"The six of you joined forces against me just now, bristling with killing intent."
"What? Were you certain you could kill me here and be rid of me for good?"
"Or do you simply not care about your chance to escape the Dao Prison? Would you rather pursue a blood feud and cut off your only way out?"
His icy questions rang through the void of the Dao Prison, every word striking home.
The six ancient Dao Venerables' faces shifted between pale and livid. Their eyes darted away; not one dared meet Xuan Qing's piercing gaze.
Regret and fear churned within them. In a fit of anger, they had tried to overwhelm him with numbers, only to see just how vast the gulf between their strength truly was.
Now he held their chance in his hands, and their lives were at his mercy. They had no pride left to stand on.
After a long silence, Dao Mie, who had watched without speaking, drew a deep breath. He suppressed his shock, wariness, and resentment, then stepped forward again.
He set aside every scheme and trace of defiance. Lowering himself completely, he cupped his hands toward Xuan Qing with an earnest expression:
"We were blind and acted rashly. We offended you."
"You possess a new Chaos Supreme Treasure and command a Supreme Great Dao. You are also a Wuji Dao Venerable who has transcended the shackles of an era. Your power and fortune far surpass those of us old relics from a bygone age."
"Whatever you seek or require, please tell us."
"If it lies within the power of the seven of us, we