"You... you actually killed Withered Glory True Lord. Do you know who my father is? He's a virtual immortal—True Lord Qi!"
The moment he saw Withered Glory True Lord's head had turned into a withered skull, Young Master Qi finally broke down and roared with outward ferocity masking inner weakness.
"A virtual immortal? Heh heh! Let alone a virtual immortal—even a true immortal would have only death awaiting them before the backer behind me. Will you end your own lives, or shall I personally send you on your way?"
Fang Yu chuckled, utterly unconcerned.
After all, even if True Lord Qi truly came, with the Human Emperor's Brush here, he would merely be delivering himself into Fang Yu's hands.
He would be a grand feast, bringing the entire True Lord Tower with him. Fang Yu would be delighted beyond measure; how could he possibly be worried?
Having heard Fang Yu's words, which did not sound like a joke in the slightest, Young Master Qi and the young masters of the other two merchant guilds became frightened and panicked, choosing to surrender.
After all, compared to their lives and ten thousand years of cultivation, what the hell was face worth?
"Young master, we were wrong. Please be magnanimous and spare us this once. We are each willing to offer ten trillion pills, ten ancient high-grade Dao artifacts over one hundred thousand years old, and one peerless Dao artifact as our ransom. We will also swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao that we will never retaliate against you."
Young Master Qi chose to "pay money to redeem himself."
"Heh heh! But if you die, and your fathers and elders come to avenge you, wouldn't I be able to take over all the forces behind you? That is hardly comparable to a