The fear of death continuously spread, eventually breaking through his psychological limits and shattering his pride...
"Spare me, Beiming True Monarch, spare me.
We have no major grudges. It was all a misunderstanding. Please, Beiming True Monarch, in the name of the eighteen Primordial Spirits and three hundred Golden Cores of my Celestial Spirit Sect, spare my life.
I am willing to offer great treasures, and I swear to obey your commands..."
Zhang Dongsheng shouted frantically, his voice full of fear and panic, yet with a hint of threat.
"Eighteen Primordial Spirits, three hundred Golden Cores?
Are you threatening me?"
Bai Ziyue's eyes turned cold, and with a wave of his hand...
Slap!
The second Primordial Magnetic Great Cutting force was instantly sent out.
"No..."
The Nine Extremes Sword King, Zhang Dongsheng, screamed in horror, knowing that in his current state, he couldn't withstand this Primordial Magnetic Cutting force. If struck, he would surely die.
