"Submit to the Qin Dynasty, and you will live!"
Bai Qi's expression was calm, neither sad nor joyful, and he spoke coldly.
First courtesy, then force!
He remembered Qin Wudao's order: not to create slaughter indiscriminately, but if the opponent did not cooperate, he would have an excuse to act.
"What nonsense is the Qin Dynasty, daring to demand my submission? You've eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's..."
The elderly man wielding a knife was furious.
You blind fool!
I am a Dao Saint!
How dare a Quasi-Saint ant demand a Dao Saint's submission.
"Die!"
A flash of murderous intent appeared in Bai Qi's eyes, as the sword at his waist unsheathed, unleashing a bloody Sword Qi.
An endless burst of killing intent erupted, staining the universe red.
This sword!
Was the Sword of World Burial.
Not far away, the elderly man wielding the knife showed a trace of solemnity, feeling he'd overlooked something, yet couldn't recall.
