"So, this cannot be settled peacefully?"
The Fake City God's expression was cold and grim.
A magical artifact had already appeared inside the young Daoist's sleeve.
It was a Dharma Seal, golden all over and exuding a chilling aura of slaughter.
"In your opinion, how should this matter be settled?"
Li Ping'an tossed the question back.
The Fake City God fell silent for a moment, then smiled, looking utterly unconcerned.
Inwardly, however, he was extremely nervous. Clearly, the other party did not intend to let this matter end so easily.
"The City God's soul has already been destroyed, and there is no saving him. However, I will compensate his descendants and also protect the descendants of the other officials in the underworld."
This was already the greatest show of sincerity the Fake City God could offer.
Had two experts not been pressing him here, he would never have gone this far.
At the end, he added another remark.
"If you two insist on fighting, I will not simply allow others to trample over me. Even if I am outmatched, I will fight with everything I have."
This was a naked threat.
An outright declaration: even if we fight, I am not afraid of you.
Li Ping'an's pale eyes betrayed no fluctuation of emotion.
The little Daoist boy in blue standing behind the young Daoist blinked, glanced at the Fake City God, and immediately looked away.
It was as though he had seen something so terrifying that he dared not look at it a moment longer.
Then he looked at Li Ping'an, studying his face, but could discern nothing.
Yet he gave off an incredibly comfortable feeling, like a wisp of spring breeze.
Finally, his gaze settled on his martial uncle, whose face was grave, as though he might spring into