If he had not known that the other side also possessed the secret arts of the Blood Soul Temple, Zhang Tie would have revealed his trump card the moment he heard such a threat, broken free, used the Soul-Reading Art to read everything in the other man's head, then gone straight after the mastermind behind it all.
But among the Blood Soul Temple's secret arts, many were bound by cause and effect, mutually reinforcing and restraining one another. Against arts like Soul-Reading, the Blood Soul Temple likewise had secret arts capable of countering them. Especially for these dead warriors, carrying out an operation like this—one certain to cause a tremendous uproar throughout Great Xia and shake the world—being captured or leaking even the slightest scrap of information could bring utter ruin upon the black hand behind them. Under such circumstances, unless that mastermind was a fool, he would certainly have taken precautions before the operation, no matter the cost. Once these people were subjected to Soul-Reading, the secret arts hidden in their minds would activate, instantly turning them into idiots or blowing their entire heads apart.
Killing intent churned within Zhang Tie's heart, yet his face remained impassive. At a time like this, he could not be sure whether this was some sort of test by the other side. The more he showed that he cared, the more valuable—and therefore more dangerous—his friends and family would become in their eyes.
There was another point as well. Since the other side had said this, it was highly likely that while targeting him, they had also taken certain actions against those around him. Those actions had merely failed. Otherwise, since these people even dared to make a move against him, going after those close to him would naturally be no great difficulty.