After a brief pause, Emperor Kun weakly said:
"Come here, I will directly imprint my inheritance into your Primordial Spirit."
Standing still, Qin Chuan sneered:
"Senior, we both know each other's tricks well. Let's not play these little games. If I'm not mistaken, the moment I get close, you'd probably swallow me whole, right?"
Even a Martial Emperor, when almost spent and sealed, can still be dangerous as long as there's a breath left.
"Sigh, not even a trace of trust."
Emperor Kun sighed helplessly.
Qin Chuan smiled:
"Senior, if you continue being dishonest, even after I receive the inheritance, I might still consider turning you into the Pit Emperor."
"Moreover, if I suspect you're holding out on me, I'll also turn you into the Pit Emperor."
"Even if I'm just in a bad mood, I'll turn you into the Pit Emperor."
"You!!!"
Endless cold light shot from Emperor Kun's eyes, and a few more stone shards fell from his pupils, likely his retinas detaching.
