"Tell me, how do you want to die? Do you want to be torn apart by five horses, or deep-fried in oil?"
Xia Ping looked down coldly at Xing Yongming beneath his feet, his voice laced with icy killing intent.
"I—I don't want to die. I'm a noble of the Starlight Clan, with a Saint backing me. If you kill me, you won't get away either. You'll die too. You'll definitely die."
Xing Yongming's entire body went cold as he trembled and threatened him.
"So that's how it is. Looks like you don't know how to speak like a human. Better crush your head, then."
A glint of cold light flashed in Xia Ping's eyes.
"No, no, don't kill me, don't kill me! Whatever you want, I can give it to you. I'm richer than a nation, richer than a nation!" Xing Yongming was scared pissless and immediately screamed, terrified that the man before him would lose his temper and crush his head.
He finally understood that his background was utterly useless before this man.
"Brother, show mercy."
At that moment, two figures instantly flew over from afar. One was a middle-aged man dressed in black, while the other was a young man in white with long hair.
The cultivation of these two had also reached the peak of the Lightning Tribulation Realm. At the same time, they radiated an iron-blooded aura, making them three parts stronger than Xing Yongming.
They were both nobles of the Starlight Clan and captains of two of the flying ships, commanding thousands of Starlight Clan elites. Their status could be said to be no lower than Xing Yongming's.
"Who are you two?"
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow as he looked at these two uninvited guests.
"I am Xing Yangping, and this is Xing Yiliang.