Zhang Heng did not hesitate at all and directly refused. This Small Cauldron was as precious as his own life. If he were to give this item to Ye Xuan, how could he control the Underworld? How would the ghost emperors behind him fear him?
Moreover, his cultivation all depended on this item, and it was with this item that many quasi-saints of the Underworld submitted to him. Losing the Small Cauldron would be like losing half his life.
"It seems you want to die and have your soul scattered?"
Dong—Dong—Dong.
Ye Xuan strolled through the void towards Zhang Heng, a wisp of ghostly mist swirling around him. With each step he took, the heavens and earth over a million miles trembled with his footsteps, an unimaginable killing intent locking onto Zhang Heng.
"Ye Xuan, don't go too far."
