Strength King looked at Apocalypse as if he were an idiot. What status did Apocalypse hold? He was the biological son of a Taiyi Mystical Immortal—there was no question that he had been doted on.
How could he possibly lack life-saving treasures?
Apocalypse's expression turned extremely ugly. Damn it, they had him completely figured out. As far as he knew, among the Three-Headed Royal Clan, there was only one item capable of blocking an attack from a Mystical Immortal.
And that item was the clan's treasure. Under normal circumstances, it would never be brought out. How could he hand it over so easily to this dog before him?
But he did not dare gamble. As long as he still held a trump card, he could make this bastard before him wary of smashing the rat for fear of breaking the vase. If that trump card was gone, then he would truly be at another's mercy, meat on the chopping block.
"Young Master, what is it? Still not taking it out? Are you wondering whether I truly have that thing in my hands right now? You need not concern yourself with that. If you want to gamble, you can try."
Strength King's three heads stared at Apocalypse with strange grins. His massive body kept drawing closer, and two great hammers appeared in his hands. It was clear that Apocalypse would find it hard to escape disaster today.
"I'll hold them off in a moment. You two run quickly. I don't believe he would dare kill me."
Apocalypse secretly transmitted his voice to Ye Lin and Liu Bai behind him. He still had that much confidence. His father was already a half-step Golden Immortal-level figure.
He was his father's direct bloodline. If he died, his father would definitely sense it. There was