After a turn of thought, Tong Chuan realized that to activate the treasure in his hand, he still needed to know its effects and the method of controlling it.
With that in mind, Tong Chuan could no longer spare attention to examine the treasure. He looked once more at Ren Lingrong and Qing He, who stood not far before him.
"Don't say I never gave you a chance! If you know what's good for you, obediently hand over the treasure's effects and method of control. Perhaps I'll consider sparing the lives of everyone in the Ren family!"
"Otherwise, don't blame me for showing no mercy!!"
The moment his words fell, Tong Chuan's body suddenly dropped, smashing viciously into the ground.
In an instant, an even more vast and majestic pressure came crashing down upon Ren Lingrong and Qing He like a mountain range.
Already grievously wounded, Qing He was struck by the pressure and immediately spat out a mouthful of crimson blood. Her spirit visibly withered.
Ren Lingrong beside her fared no better. Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, and her face turned pale as snow.
Yet she endured the pressure and stared fixedly at Tong Chuan before her, her eyes brimming with hatred.
"Do it! Taking our lives may be easy, but if you want to learn anything about the treasure from our mouths, that is nothing but wishful thinking!"
Ren Lingrong gritted her teeth as she spoke.
"Patriarch Qing He, what about you? Are you also determined to say nothing?"
Neither angered nor annoyed, Tong Chuan shifted his gaze to Qing He.
The latter answered coldly, "No comment!"
In truth, if there really had been a method of control, Qing He and Ren Lingrong might have considered revealing it in exchange for a chance at survival.