These Bright Immortals were all old hands. Even if they had it, they would not take it out—what could he do to them?
A cold smile touched Zhou Heng's lips. He tapped the table, first giving a slight nod to the Bright Immortal from the Dongguo Family and the Taiyi Sect Master in thanks. "Many thanks, Elder Dongguo and Sect Master Taiyi!" Then he swept a cold gaze over the crowd, his eyes sharp as swords.
Clearly, this brat was only a Creation King. Normally, they could crush him with a single finger. Yet when Zhou Heng's gaze passed over them, everyone involuntarily lowered their heads.
Whether in the Mortal World, the Immortal World, or the Bright World, strength reigned supreme!
Strength—not cultivation realm!
Under normal circumstances, one's cultivation realm represented one's strength. But who told Zhou Heng to be so heaven-defying?
"If you do not deliver what I want within three days, I'll slaughter every last one of you!" Zhou Heng said coldly. He had not the slightest favorable impression of these people, who still clung to their treasures at a time like this.
The crowd looked at one another, wavering inwardly. Did Zhou Heng truly dare?
"If you don't believe me, then go ahead and try! But I advise you to wash your necks first!" Zhou Heng added.
He flicked his hand, signaling that they could leave.
Though everyone wanted to say more, Zhou Heng's murderous, ice-cold expression made them swallow their words one by one. However, the Bright Immortal from the Dongguo Family and the Taiyi Sect Master were kept behind by Zhou Heng.
Zhou Heng thanked them again. The Bright Immortal from the Dongguo Family departed first, but the Taiyi Sect Master remained. There were some things they could not discuss in front of outsiders.
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