As a direct descendant of Golden Palace Venerable Emperor, with a Law Divine Lord for a father, True Lord Cold Crow had been born with a golden key in his mouth.
Resources? He had everything he could want.
Treasures? He lacked none of those, either.
True Lord Cold Crow alone carried several High-Grade Chaos Spirit Treasures.
He simply had not brought them out because their attributes differed.
But that was enough to show the circumstances in which True Lord Cold Crow had grown up.
Precisely because he enjoyed treasures others could never hope to match, True Lord Cold Crow feared death immensely.
He had finally cultivated to Half-Step Divine Lord and could see hope of advancing to the Divine Lord Realm, yet now he was about to die on the Netherworld Battlefield.
How could True Lord Cold Crow possibly accept that?
"No, don't kill me! Qin Hao, I'm willing to surrender..." As True Lord Cold Crow felt the Life Divine Power within him continually dwindling, his eyes filled with terror of death.
"Sorry, I don't accept."
Qin Hao's voice remained calm.
Surrender?
If he spared True Lord Cold Crow this time, the man would likely gather Half-Step Divine Lords, or even Divine Lords, to deal with him afterward.
Qin Hao would never release a tiger back into the mountains.
"You, you..."
True Lord Cold Crow was utterly speechless.
His background, his status—Qin Hao did not care.
Surrender...
Qin Hao would not accept it.
Only one ending awaited him: death.
Whoosh!
The Heavenly Abyss Sword rose swiftly and fell just as swiftly. With a single flash of sword radiance, True Lord Cold Crow—only a few meters away, severely wounded and with his Life Divine Power greatly depleted—was once again cleaved in two.
But this time was different.
Before, even when his