"Let me tell you, these methods are useless against me. Once I've made up my mind, when have you ever seen me go back on my word?
"So there is nothing to discuss."
Qin Jiuge was impartial and stern, his voice especially cold and hard.
The sight of this finally provoked Feng Ming's temper. Feng Ming immediately started cursing. "Qin Jiuge, don't push me too far.
"As the saying goes, cutting off someone's path to the Dao is like killing their parents. You're driving me to my death here, and you won't meet a good end. If it comes down to it, we'll all go down together."
Feng Ming shouted at the top of his lungs, and it did sound rather intimidating. But such a tough stance was utterly unimpressive in Qin Jiuge's eyes.
Qin Jiuge cast him an icy, bone-chilling glance before speaking mercilessly again. "Could it be that you do not know the thing I hate most in this life is being threatened? And you have done exactly that, so naturally I am even less likely to spare you."
Qin Jiuge continued speaking, and this time he truly frightened Feng Ming again. His tough posture did not last long before he quickly began begging for mercy.
A woman's face really was like the scorching dog days outside—it changed in the blink of an eye, giving no one time to react, faster even than turning the pages of a book.
Although Qin Jiuge did account for a large part of it, setting the facts aside, did Feng Ming before him not have reasons of his own?
When all was said and done—
Qin Jiuge was the true victim.
"Your Highness, aren't you going to do anything? My path to the Supreme Realm is gone, boohoohoo."
At that moment, Feng