The voice was cold, devoid of the slightest trace of emotion.
Yet it struck at the hearts of everyone from the Three Great Holy Lands like a series of heavy hammers!
Three breaths!
Only three breaths!
Either they handed over their sect's treasure and lost all face,
or they would suffer the same fate as Great Yan Holy Land and be utterly wiped out!
This was no choice at all!
It was plainly a Death Warrant!
"One."
The cold countdown began slowly.
The people from the Three Great Holy Lands were all sweating profusely, their minds in turmoil!
Still not going to hand them over?
They were locked in a fierce inner struggle!
"Two."
Xiao Yang's voice rang out again.
His calm tone was like the footsteps of the Grim Reaper, steadily trampling upon their hearts!
Fear!
Endless fear swept over them like a tide, drowning them completely!
They glanced at Great Yan Holy Land, now reduced to ruins not far away.
Then they looked at the Taichu elder, covered in blood and still groaning on the ground.
The last vestige of hope and resistance in their hearts was finally crushed completely!
Face?
Dignity?
In the face of death, that stuff was worth less than shit!
Staying alive was what mattered!
Just as Xiao Yang was about to utter the word "Three"—
"We'll hand it over! We'll hand it over!"
The beautiful elder from Yaoguang Holy Land finally buckled under the terrifying pressure, which weighed on her like a mountain. She was the first to break!
Her voice trembling, she shrieked and swiftly took from her Storage Ring a strange piece of metal, wrapped in layers of seals and shimmering with a seven-colored radiance!
Following her lead, the people from Zi Fu Holy Land and Taichu Holy Land finally stopped