Taking Matters into His Own Hands

"Ants?" A faint, cold smile curled at Gu Yuanqing's lips.

Perhaps that was indeed how Shi Jin saw them. Ordinary mortals lived no longer than a hundred years, while Heavenly Humans lived for three thousand. They had long ceased to regard such people as worthy of notice. Moreover, within the Sacred Heaven Sect, many cultivation arts and divine abilities used the Essence Blood and souls of others as nourishment. Killing a few mortals was nothing out of the ordinary.

But to the people of Great Gan, it was a blood feud and a hatred carved to the bone!

"What? Does Your Excellency think my words are wrong?" Shi Jin snorted coldly. "I know your Qian Yuan Island may have a Chaos Heaven Great Cultivator, and Your Excellency should be a Yin-Yang Cultivator as well. But if you wish to run wild in my Sacred Heaven Sect, you have come to the wrong place! Withdraw now, and I can pretend this never happened. If you cannot tell good from bad, you will only bring about your own destruction!"

In truth, Shi Jin believed he had already swallowed his pride.

Of the five people in the skies ahead, among three of them, two had undergone the First Tribulation of Heavenly Change and one the Two Tribulations of Heavenly Change. He did not take them seriously.

The other two, however, were impossible for him to see through. That was why he spoke as he did.

Lowering his head was out of the question. This was not outside—it was the sect's stronghold. If he truly handed the man over, the sect would lose face. Though he was the sect master of the lower sect, his days ahead would not be easy.

It was even possible that he might not die at an enemy's hands,