Blood Conquest combined with Punishment left most demigods almost no chance to resist. Ballard was no exception.
Especially since he had been completely unprepared.
It was obvious that Ballard could never have imagined Fu Qian would do something like this at this moment.
He might have distrusted Fu Qian and suspected he was up to no good, but this kind of behavior was tantamount to suicide.
"Why?"
The next moment, Ballard asked the question that haunted him, not even bothering to attend to his own injury.
"Are you insane?"
A cry of alarm rang out as well.
Of the two bystanders, Akasha reacted faster. She sprang up almost instantly, bone claws aimed at Fu Qian from every direction.
But even as she demanded an explanation, she didn't act rashly. After all, Ballard's "weak spot" was in the hands of this terrorist—a weak spot in the literal biological sense.
After his unexpected ambush succeeded, Fu Qian now had a real hostage.
"Wasn't I perfectly clear just now?"
Faced with the two questions, Fu Qian remained unhurried, even though he knew that more demigods outside had turned back and were returning.
"As a hero, your story will end today, and you'll even vanish from everyone's memories. Can you accept that ending?"
"I just want to know why you want this kind of ending. What do you stand to gain from it?"
Ballard stared fixedly at Fu Qian. He didn't answer the question, clearly wanting to understand why before he died.
What dedication!
Watching Ballard's reaction, Fu Qian couldn't help but marvel inwardly.
Even now, he was trying to seize every opportunity to make himself useful.
For example, using this "impending death" to confirm Fu Qian's true intentions.
Of course, Fu Qian knew that a simple injury wouldn't kill Ballard.
Last time,