Yang Lingtian's heart tightened.
He knew that the woman the other man spoke of could only be Chen Yiyue.
"So hand her over."
The Hao Xing Envoy's voice remained as flat as ever.
"As long as you hand her over, I can not only spare your life."
"I can even make the decision to let you join us and follow our lord."
"With your talent, achieving the Divine Emperor realm in the future—or even becoming a Divine God—is not impossible."
"This is a heaven-defying opportunity for you."
It had to be said that the conditions offered by the Hao Xing Envoy were extremely tempting.
For any cultivator, winning the favor of an supreme existence was a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step.
However, after Yang Lingtian heard this, a mocking smile appeared on his face.
"What if I say no?"
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with unquestionable resolve.
Hand over his own wife in exchange for some so-called future and a chance to stay alive?
Yang Lingtian could not do it, nor did he disdain doing such a thing!
"Hmm?"
For the first time, the Hao Xing Envoy's brows knitted slightly.
He seemed not to have expected that this existence who was no more than an ant in his eyes would actually dare to reject him.
"Do you know who you're talking to?" His voice turned cold.
The temperature around them plunged accordingly, as if even space were about to freeze.
"I don't care who you are." Yang Lingtian looked him straight in the eye without the slightest fear.
"I only know that anyone who touches my people must first step over my corpse."
"Very well."
The Hao Xing Envoy nodded. That expression which had remained unchanged for ten thousand years finally