Compromise and a Fight to the Death. "Very good."
Qin Jiuge smiled faintly and uttered those two words. Immediately afterward, Nan Batian regained his freedom.
All that remained was Huang Jianmu before him.
Huang Jianmu really was quite stubborn. His eyes were bulging wide as he kept shouting madly, "If you've got the ability, then destroy my foundation. When the time comes, this old man will simply perish together with you here.
"I am the foremost person of my Half-step Supreme Realm faction. If even the slightest mishap befalls me, no one will let you off. You can go ahead and try it. See whether this can actually be done."
It was plain to see.
Huang Jianmu's backing was somewhat harder than Nan Batian's.
Unfortunately, these words of his were still, in truth, gravely inappropriate.
"Are you truly certain of that?"
A hint of mockery flashed through Qin Jiuge's eyes.
Then his hand exerted the slightest force. In the next instant, Huang Jianmu, who had just been wearing a look of absolute certainty and confidence, felt every inch of muscle throughout his body tightening, while his bones were constantly shattering.
That agony truly made life worse than death.
So Huang Jianmu's pupils could not help shrinking, and his expression became extremely ugly.
His eyes stared fixedly at Qin Jiuge as he continued speaking here. "How dare you do this?
"I am the orthodox inheritor of the Jianmu Faction. If even the slightest thing goes wrong with me, you won't have a good end. You absolutely won't have a good end. Let me go this instant, right now, or I'll have you dead. I will definitely have you dead."
This kind of threat might truly have worked against other Half-step Supreme Realm cultivators, but against Qin Jiuge, one could only say