"..."
Feng Jiuling stared at Yan Moyou's serious expression, momentarily at a loss for words.
He had lived twelve hundred years, braved mountains of blades and seas of fire, and trodden through perilous lands and desperate straits. What great winds and waves had he not weathered?
Yet today, someone had cornered him in the grand hall and, before hundreds of prominent figures, told him with utter calm that he would pry open his skull and take his treasure!
This was a fucking first!
What made it even more galling was that those words had him pinned down completely.
There was no faking the chill emanating from Yan Moyou. From the look of things, this was not a threat, merely a statement.
Feng Jiuling worked it out in an instant: if he refused to hand it over, Yan Moyou really would fight him until one of them died-and the one who died would very likely be him.
That madman Yan Moyou really did dare to kill him in Qiongzhou's Provincial Governor's Residence.
After all, with his magnetic origin rule power, Yan Moyou's escape speed surpassed that of every Nascent Soul cultivator under heaven. Feng Jiuling could only escape if his seven-inch Nascent Soul left his body.
As for the Black Bird Heaven-Bearing Sect's reputation or the Four Symbols Heavenly Gate's prestige... when had anyone from the Origin-Initial Devil Sect ever cared about those?
Out of the corner of his eye, Feng Jiuling swiftly glanced at Yue Gu and Lesser Fate Commander beside him.
That old ghost Yue Gu had his eyes on his nose and his attention on his heart, utterly committed to playing dead.
Lesser Fate Commander also wore a look that said, "I barely know him. I'm just a passerby watching the show."
Sure enough.
Alliances, friendships-before absolute strength