The little monster looked as though he had been struck by lightning, all color draining from his face.
He had never imagined that this human cultivator would be this outrageous. He actually wanted him to lead the way to find the strongest being. So after all this, he had really come looking for trouble—and the kind that did not fear death.
Good heavens...
This was a desperado!
How could he be so unlucky as to run into such a baleful god?
Lin Kui was scared witless, his lips trembling as he begged for mercy without end.
"M-M-Milord!"
"Have mercy, Milord! This little one still has an eighty-thousand-year-old mother. I truly dare not go..."
The moment that nonsense left his mouth, Yi Feng had already drawn the Great Sword and begun waving it around.
The chilling gleam was right before his eyes, making the surrounding air dry and cold. As the Great Sword drew nearer and nearer, no matter how many reasons the little monster had, he did not dare utter a single word.
Seeing that the fellow had become somewhat obedient, Yi Feng finally straightened his face and warned him.
"Since you know where the terrifying place is, then lead the way properly. Everything can be discussed. Otherwise, you die-die!"
The Great Sword swung with several clacking sounds, and the little monster turned pale as clay.
Even when Yi Feng tossed him down before him, he did not dare babble nonsense again, much less entertain thoughts of escape. After bowing repeatedly with clasped hands, he obediently began leading the way.
"This little one will certainly lead the way properly. Milord, please. Milord, please..."
A moment ago, he had been full of grievances; the next, he had become obedient and sensible. There was not the slightest trace of anything unusual, only