Seeing Venerable Absolute Baleful threaten him outright, Wanderer Eight Voids' gaze turned icy, and the aura around him abruptly sharpened. "Your cultivation is beneath mine. Must you really use an egg to strike a rock?"
His Fusion Realm third-layer cultivation firmly suppressed the other's first layer.
At the Fusion Realm level, the gap of a single minor realm was as vast as heaven and earth.
Yet Venerable Absolute Baleful showed not the slightest fear. Shaking out his robe, he sneered, "If you were at the fourth layer of the Fusion Realm, I'd turn around and leave. But what a pity—you're only one minor realm above me."
He paused, a vicious glint flashing through his eyes. "Wanderer Eight Voids, I admit that I'm no match for you in a one-on-one fight. But don't forget: once word of the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf gets out, how many people will come looking for you? You may be able to kill me, but can you kill everyone under heaven?"
Wanderer Eight Voids' expression shifted slightly.
Venerable Absolute Baleful was right.
Once news of the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf spread, those old monsters who had remained in seclusion for years, along with the forces lurking in the shadows, would swarm over like sharks that had scented blood.
He could kill one Venerable Absolute Baleful, but he could not kill the endless stream of greedy men who would come after him.
Seeing Wanderer Eight Voids fall silent, Venerable Absolute Baleful knew he had struck at the heart of the matter. The smile on his face grew even more smug. "Wanderer Eight Voids, how about we make a deal? You take the Silver Moon Heavenly Wolf, and I won't breathe a word. But you'll have to give me something in return—there should be hush money, shouldn't there?"