Pan King Zhou snorted coldly. "So what if they hold me accountable?"
"What does that have to do with me? Am I supposed to throw my life away just because my cultivation is high?"
"These Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons are practically useless. Not a single one feels right in my hands."
"I have no intention of dying at someone else's hands."
The attendant fell silent. He could vaguely tell that this fellow seemed to be angling for benefits.
But that was not the whole story. He was genuinely afraid and wanted to flee.
He had to be placated now.
"What if we made a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon tailored to you, one that truly suited you? Would you be confident of dealing with the Demon Emperor and Chaos Heaven?"
Pan King Zhou looked at the attendant in surprise. This fellow certainly dared to dream. He even dared to agree to such an outrageous demand.
"If I had a piece of defensive equipment, along with a Heavenly Dao-Class Weapon suited to me, I could guarantee that neither of them would be my match."
"Killing them easily would be no problem."
He tossed out grand boasts freely but never dared to undertake anything grand.
In truth, the attendant was torn as well. If Pan King Zhou was abandoned, he would have to wait to be thrown back into the furnace and remade.
But Pan King Zhou had failed several times, and those above were gradually losing patience.
Continuing like this would do no one any good.
Those above had invested far too much in him. Of course, those Heavenly Dao-Class Weapons hardly counted for anything. To them, they were as plentiful as trash. What they feared wasting was their effort.
They had thought that, with their support, an Ultimate Powerhouse would surely prove useful,