"Oh, right!" After taking a few steps, Zhou Heng suddenly stopped, turned around, and looked at the others. "I nearly forgot—you three ambushed our little boat back in the swamp, didn't you?"
The three were all Bright Immortals, yet faced with Zhou Heng's questioning, each of them acted as though confronting a formidable enemy, as if he were not a Sublimation Emperor but some supreme powerhouse descended from the Bright World.
"At the time, we didn't know Your Excellency was aboard the boat. Our sincerest apologies!" After exchanging glances, the three decided to swallow this insult for now.
"An apology this lukewarm is more irritating to hear than no apology at all!" Zhou Heng folded his arms across his chest and swept his gaze over them one by one. "There's no sincerity at all. I don't accept it!"
Damn it, they were dignified Bright Immortals! They had already lowered themselves to apologize to him—what more did he want?
"Your Excellency, how do you wish to settle this?"
Zhou Heng laughed loudly. "Killing only calls for a nod of the head. A reasonable man like me naturally won't go around fighting and killing at the drop of a hat—"
Hearing this, the Tai Family ancestor, Fang Yirong, and the others all rolled their eyes. He said he would not casually fight and kill, but then who had killed the old and young members of the Ma Family? Surely they had not found life unbearable and committed suicide?
"Show some sincerity. Kneel and apologize!" Zhou Heng's expression turned cold as he spoke in a deep voice.
He truly was enraged. If not for the two Dragon Emperors guarding the little boat back then—or if the two Dragon Emperors had been even slightly weaker—they would have ended up with the boat overturned and