Flicking the head of either Haiji or Mulin—he had no idea which—Lin Qi muttered under his breath. Before long, his voice rang directly through Thunder God's Hammer Base. "Lin Feiqian... Uncle! And my two dear cousins as well! Do you truly hate me to this extent? You are bent on killing me, yet every single time, I have shown you mercy!"
With a soft sigh, Lin Qi said calmly, "Swear upon your souls that you will not reveal anything about Thunder God's Hammer to the Church or any other force under the gods, and I will let you leave safely."
After a pause, Lin Qi let out a strange laugh. "Of course, you will have to compensate me a little. After all, you nearly destroyed Dragon Mountain Imperial Capital. Damaging my private property like this cannot be tolerated. So, leave behind every spatial magical device on your persons, and you may leave safely."
Lin Feiqian roared furiously, "Lin Qi, you damn—"
A thin ray of violet light grazed Lin Feiqian's scalp. Its terrifying heat carved a narrow furrow across his head, stripping away a layer of scalp and exposing pale white bone tinged with gold beneath. Lin Feiqian's body trembled violently. He looked in horror at a miniature Thunder God's Hammer that had just fired, then gave a bitter laugh.
"Fine, we swear!" Lin Feiqian's lips twitched violently. "Actually, you need not be so cautious. Even if we are enemies, we are still members of the Tiger Clan! No matter what, we could never tell the gods about these things!"
Drawing a deep breath, Lin Feiqian said in a heavy voice, "We still remember the family precepts of the Twelve Ancient Clans. After all, the gods are our enemies!"
Lin Qi fell silent for a while. Stroking the sleek feathers