When this thought arose,
because he had used the Immortal Slaying technique, Liu Hongsheng, who had been stubbornly resistant, finally completely gave in.
Inside the sword net, an ugly rat without skin, its flesh blurred and bloody, covered its head with wings and wailed:
"Don't slay anymore, I yield, I, Old Liu, yield."
"If you want anything, just ask, Old Liu is willing to give Magical Treasures, even the Golden Mountain can be yours, if one isn't enough, ten, even a hundred are possible."
Hearing this, Tao Qian's face showed no joy.
On the contrary, as soon as Liu Hongsheng begged for mercy, the Cultivation Tribulation Technique within Tao Qian automatically activated, and a sense of danger suddenly struck.
Almost at the same time, the Black Armored General who had stood silently by finally seemed to discern some details about Tao Qian.
Beneath the pitch-black helmet, a deep voice suddenly transmitted: