Buzz, buzz, buzz...
Sword Dao Intent poured out in an unending stream, only to be crushed by the pressure radiating from Zhao Liechuan and Zhan Ze before it could even reach them.
"Brat, you're a native of the Desolate Dust Turbid Domain. Having offended the Myriad Thunder Sacred Court, you're doomed no matter what." The great saber in Zhao Liechuan's hand never stopped, continuing its downward slash toward Qin Hao.
At the same time, he spoke in a low voice. "Hand over your treasures, and we can at least leave your corpse intact. Otherwise, when the Holy Son arrives, he won't simply attack you..."
"With the Holy Son's temper, he might well destroy this entire Turbid Universe. When that happens, your clansmen, your family, and your friends will all die because of you."
Zhao Liechuan's voice was quiet, but his threat was unmistakable. Yet even as he spoke, the great saber in his hand did not pause in the slightest.
Clearly, Zhao Liechuan was not merely threatening him. He fully intended to kill Qin Hao.
"Why waste words on him? Kill him, and the treasures will be ours anyway." Zhan Ze was even more ruthless, not bothering with threats at all.
Zhao Liechuan raised an eyebrow and said no more. His main reason for speaking had been to make Qin Hao surrender the treasures willingly. After all...
It was not the ten thousand certainties one feared, but the single unforeseen possibility. If word of treasures like these leaked out, the two of them would struggle to keep them.
"They crushed my Sword Dao Intent so easily?" Qin Hao paid no heed to Zhao Liechuan and Zhan Ze's words. In fact, he had barely listened to them.
Hand over his treasures, then walk to his death?
Not just Qin Hao—no one