Divine Cult's Ling Envoy

"No!"

Ya Wuyuan twisted and struggled wildly. "I am an apostle of the Miro Divine Cult, an apostle of the Miro Divine Cult! Kill me, then wipe out Marquis Ning's Residence! Hurry and kill me! I am an apostle of the Miro Divine Cult, not an ordinary believer! Hand me over, and you can earn heaven-shaking merit!"

"Merit?" Lin Qi sneered. "What do I need merit for? I'm only worried about who is coveting this little life of mine from behind the scenes!"

Ya Wuyuan looked at Lin Qi in agony, gritting his teeth hard. Because he had already fully activated the Pure Lotus Nine Deaths Nine Lives Myriad Calamities Secret Art, he could not feel the slightest pain. His teeth ground against each other and shattered; amid his roars, fragments of broken teeth kept spraying from his mouth. The sight was heartbreaking beyond measure.

"You!" Ya Wuyuan panted heavily. "By the laws of the Blood Qin Empire, if you discover an apostle of the Miro Divine Cult like me and conceal it without reporting it, your homes will be confiscated and your clans exterminated! Think it through!"

With a scornful smile, Lin Qi turned and headed for the door of the quiet room. He exchanged a glance with Hu Xinzhu, and the two of them smiled in exceptionally cryptic fashion. Homes confiscated and clans exterminated? They truly were not afraid of that. Such words could only threaten ordinary people. For Lin Qi and Hu Xinzhu, who could confiscate their homes? Who could exterminate their clans?

Reaching out to pull open the door, Lin Qi had already stepped one foot outside.

Sweat poured down Ya Wuyuan's body like rain as he roared himself hoarse, "Wait, I, I..."

Lin Qi turned back and looked at Ya Wuyuan with cold, merciless mockery.