"Sniper Rifle... what kind of Soul Tool is that?"
After a long silence, Blood Fiend Douluo finally asked the question.
He might be about to die, but he didn't want to leave with regrets.
He still couldn't help being curious about things he didn't understand.
Curiosity was human nature, after all.
"A Sniper Rifle..."
Qin Xiao thought it over seriously before answering, "You can think of what I'm holding as a Soul Guidance Ray Gun."
"A Soul Guidance Ray Gun?"
Blood Fiend Douluo laughed when he heard that. "Boy, it's true that we lost to you. But that doesn't mean you can insult me however you please. I've lived for decades, and I've never seen a Soul Guidance Ray Gun this powerful."
"Believe it or not. Suit yourself."
Qin Xiao couldn't be bothered to explain further.
Even saying that much had already been the limit of his patience.
Then he began walking toward Blood Fiend Douluo.
"What... what do you want?"
Blood Fiend Douluo instinctively backed away.
But after struggling to retreat two steps, he stopped resisting.
There was no point.
Since the three of them had already been defeated, there was no chance of surviving.
So where could he possibly run?
If he couldn't resist, he might as well give up.
"There's obviously no chance of you sparing me. But could I ask you to make it quick?"
A pleading note crept into Blood Fiend Douluo's voice.
Qin Xiao fell silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled. "Are you begging me?"
Blood Fiend Douluo gritted his teeth. "You could say that."
Qin Xiao held out his hand. "Shouldn't someone begging show the proper attitude? Or have you never begged anyone before?"
Blood Fiend Douluo's expression changed. "Qin Xiao, don't take a mile just because you've been given an inch."