The Red-Robed Cultivator also breathed a sigh of relief, repeatedly offering words of flattery.
The Round-Faced Cultivator stood beside him, but his chest was still heaving violently.
When the elder had explained the various factions earlier, he had felt he had snatched his life back; then Qing Chen had suddenly pressed them with questions, nearly frightening his soul clean out of him. Now, hearing these words, he felt tossed between hope and dread.
Were they... really safe? So the Bully-the-Weak Devil Lord was not as vicious, shameless, cunning, and malicious as the rumors claimed.
The rumors were false. They had made all three of them lose their heads here.
Qing Chen took in all three men's expressions, then suddenly chuckled. "I was only joking. Killing someone over a few words? Do you think I was born a raving killer?"
The elder hastily offered an ingratiating smile, while the Red-Robed Cultivator said he would never dare think that.
Although the three were afraid, they had not completely abandoned resistance.
When the Azure Robe Elder knelt, an Azure Jade Shuttle inside his sleeve had already been filled with magic power, needing only one final strand of divine thought to activate it; the Red-Robed Cultivator had secretly forced out essence blood, preparing to use Blood Escape to rush toward a trench on the other side. The Round-Faced Cultivator had also kept an exceedingly tight grip on his escape talisman.
In their view, however great Qing Chen's magic power and however sharp his battle halberd, his attacks would still have to come in sequence.
If all three sacrificed some cultivation and fled in different directions at once, even if one was caught, the other two might still have a chance.
This was the Reincarnation Dead Sea, after all. Reefs, hidden currents, and the restrictions