"Blood oath?" Huang Tianle laughed in extreme anger. "If Huang were to swear a blood oath here, how would I ever have the face to meet my fellow cultivators again?"
"Since you dare not swear a blood oath, then the Vermilion Bird Ring is in your Huang Family!" Shang Qinghe said unhurriedly.
"Fellow Daoist Shang~" Huang Tianle flicked his sleeve. "Xiang'er is Huang's granddaughter. Whether she is treated or not is Huang's business. The conditions Fellow Daoist Shang proposed are far too harsh; Huang cannot agree to them. Fellow Daoist Shang, please do as you please!"
"Ha ha ha~" Shang Qinghe laughed loudly. "This old man has already come. You say this old man should leave, and I must leave? How could it be so simple?"
"What do you intend to do?" Huang Tianle's face darkened as he asked coldly.
"Whether you let this old man treat her or not, this old man will treat her!" Shang Qinghe stepped forward several paces. "You need only prepare the Vermilion Bird Ring!"
"Ha ha ha~ Fellow Daoist Shang, you did not come to treat an illness, did you? You came to take Huang's life, didn't you?" Huang Tianle laughed.
"That's right. More than just yours—the lives of the dozens of cultivation sects and Cultivation families within Vermilion Bird Hall are all in your hands, Huang Tianle. Even if you keep your own life, their lives will be gone. Tell me, can your Tianmen Mountain still remain on Xiaoyu Continent?" Shang Qinghe sneered.
"You..." Huang Tianle trembled with rage once more, pointing at Shang Qinghe without knowing what to say. The many people within Vermilion Bird Hall were all greatly alarmed. Most of them rose to their feet, staring at Shang Qinghe in terror. The Qiang siblings were likewise pale as earth, rising