Zhang Kuang deliberately left Qiu Fangzheng and Du Mingfeng with their last sliver of vital essence, not finishing them off. With a sinister cackle, he said, "Well? Isn't my divine ability fucking awesome? Never seen it before, have you? Never even heard of it, have you?!"
He looked down at the two aged figures, his voice brimming with mockery and cruelty. "Before long, that master of yours will end up just like you—his true essence drained dry by me, turned into a useless old coffin-dweller. Some Three-String Celestial Venerable my ass. Before me, Zhang Kuang, he isn't worth a single fucking hair."
After cackling, Zhang Kuang's expression suddenly turned cold. "Qiu Fangzheng, kowtow nine times to me, call me Grandpa three times, then call yourself Grandson three times. Then I'll show mercy and spare you and your senior brother. How about it?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Fangzheng cast Zhang Kuang another indifferent glance, then closed his eyes and remained silent.
Du Mingfeng beside him was the same, as though he did not care in the slightest whether he lived or died.
"Not willing?"
Zhang Kuang smiled soundlessly, his smile ice-cold and piercing. "Fine. You've got backbone. Then I'll turn every last one of the billions of people in your Great Xian Dynasty into flying ash, one by one, and make you, Emperor Xianwu, into a commander without a single soldier!"
As he spoke, he slowly raised his right hand. A heart-quailing radiance of destruction blossomed at his fingertips.
That terrifying pressure made the ruins of the entire Xuan Capital begin to tremble faintly.
"I'll kowtow!"
Just as that radiance was about to erupt, Qiu Fangzheng abruptly opened his eyes and said calmly, "I'll call."
Du Mingfeng's body trembled. After looking at Qiu Fangzheng with his clouded old eyes, he let