He Jie said nothing more, only staring coldly at Peng Fan.
There was venom in his eyes, contempt, and a faint trace of unwillingness.
What right did an ordinary person have to stand before him?
Peng Fan dragged over a stool and sat down in front of He Jie.
He took out the Bone Dagger he carried with him.
Though it hardly qualified as a divine weapon, it was far more effective against Eerie than ordinary alloy blades.
Holding the Bone Dagger, Peng Fan leisurely cleaned his nails.
He looked as relaxed as if he were watching TV in his own living room.
"No rush. Take your time thinking."
His tone was so mild it could almost have been called gentle.
"We have all the time in the world."
As he spoke, he stood up.
Then, with an offhand motion, he drove the Bone Dagger into He Jie's thigh.
The movements flowed together with utter naturalness.
As though there were no psychological barrier between cleaning his nails and stabbing someone.
"Aah...!"
He Jie roared, glaring at Peng Fan with bloodshot eyes.
"You're an ordinary person! How dare you do this to me!"
His voice brimmed with disbelief and fury.
He could accept being defeated by a Sequence Transcendent.
He could concede defeat after being crushed by a monster like Xiao Ying.
But...
Being stabbed with a dagger by an ordinary person was a humiliation he had never imagined.
"What did you say?"
Peng Fan picked at his ear.
He pulled his little finger out of his ear canal and blew at the stuff beneath his nail.
Only then did he look back at He Jie.
"You're a prisoner now."
His voice still had that same unnervingly calm tone.
"Do you think you're still the Third Elder you used to be?"