"Gentlemen, what do you have to say?" Zhou Heng looked toward the other two Bright Immortals who had attacked their little boat in the swamp earlier, undisguised disgust in his eyes.
"Sir, as you said yourself, when killing someone, all it takes is a nod of the head. Why must you press us so relentlessly?" the two said, yet neither dared move in the slightest, afraid of stirring Zhou Heng's killing intent and drawing a fatal blow.
Though they both guessed that Zhou Heng could not sustain such terrifying power forever, who knew how many more times he could use it?
Zhou Heng burst out laughing. "When you attacked before, did you spare a thought for anyone else?"
"Cut the crap! If you live by the sword, you'll die by the sword sooner or later. Hurry up and apologize to Lord Donkey, then hand over all your treasures. If Lord Donkey is in a good mood, I'll spare your dog lives!" the Black Donkey shouted from below.
What was borrowing a tiger's might to flaunt one's own power? This was it!
In any other situation, those two great Bright Immortals would have crushed this foul-mouthed demonic beast hundreds of times with a single finger! But with Zhou Heng standing nearby to intimidate them, how could they dare move even a fraction?
They had no idea how vast an area Zhou Heng's divine sense could cover. It was precisely this uncertainty that made cold sweat stream down their backs.
Not only the two of them—even the other Bright Immortals were beating drums in their hearts. After all, having one's life in someone else's hands was hardly a pleasant feeling.
"Are you two old fogeys deaf?" the Black Donkey called again.
It and Zhou Heng worked in perfect harmony: one used martial