He Pingsheng said, "You want to kill me?"
"Can't I?" Divine Emperor Hundred Flowers said. "One finger would be enough to kill you!"
"But I'm still willing to give you a chance!"
"Swear!"
"Swear a Sovereign Oath, and from now on, you'll be my friend. Not only will I spare you, I'll also give you generous compensation!"
"What do you want me to swear?" He Pingsheng asked.
Divine Emperor Hundred Flowers said, "Swear this instant that from now on, you will never oppose me, Divine Emperor Hundred Flowers, or kill any disciple of my Hundred Flowers Lineage. Otherwise, may you die a wretched death!"
"Only then can I be completely at ease!"
"Impossible!" He Pingsheng shook his head.
What a joke.
I can swear not to kill you!
After all, there's no deep-seated blood feud between us. No one died when you captured the Tao Household's people and Shang Xihong. Some compensation would settle it.
But making me swear not to kill your family?
What if one day, one of your descendants or disciples climbs onto my head and takes a shit, and I accidentally slaughter them? Then the oath comes true, and I'm finished, aren't I?
"You're courting death..." Divine Emperor Hundred Flowers waved his hand, and three peach blossom petals flew out, circling He Pingsheng's body.
"Don't you dare..."
Beside him, Qianzhu was so furious that she directly manifested her Witch King form. A ten-thousand-zhang-tall Witch King stood in the void.
Then, throwing all caution to the wind, she punched at the Divine Emperor.
"The Witch Race?" Divine Emperor Hundred Flowers was somewhat surprised.
But with just a light wave of his hand, a flower flew out and slammed into Qianzhu's chest.
Qianzhu's enormous body was instantly blasted away, landing on the ground in the distance.
"Cough, cough,