Zhao Fu paid no heed to their words. Since he had brought them to Great Qin City, it was nearly impossible for them to return alive, so naturally, he could not agree to their demands.
Instead, he gave the Xingtian Clan member a few extra looks. Zhao Fu felt that this man had considerable backbone. Before him, he was neither servile nor overbearing. Though his aura was weaker than Zhao Fu's, it carried a fierce, battle-hungry air.
"I'll consider it. You may withdraw for now!"
Although Zhao Fu had long since made his decision, he did not reject them outright, leaving them a sliver of hope so they would stay here obediently.
The other five heard Zhao Fu's words and were about to leave obediently, when the Xingtian Clan member suddenly spoke up. "Great Qin Imperial Prince! If, in that battle, all thirty million had been placed under the command of my Xingtian Clan, we absolutely would not have lost so miserably. At the very least, the elimination plan could have succeeded."
Zhao Fu frowned. This Xingtian Clan member was being somewhat presumptuous, even showing signs of defiance.
"So what? There are no 'ifs' in war—only victory and defeat. In the end, you lost, and my Great Qin won!" Zhao Fu said evenly, his gaze falling on him.
"Humph!"
The Xingtian Clan member snorted again and loudly said, "That is because your Great Qin—"
Before he could finish, Zhao Fu pointed a finger. A terrifying force burst from his fingertip, blasting the young man away. He spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the ground.
Throughout Great Qin, no one had ever dared speak to Zhao Fu like that in the main hall. Did this young man truly think Zhao Fu was one of the gentle sort? His