In just a few sentences, another swath of people beside him fell to the ground.
Ding Huan was too lazy to pay attention to the guy.
"Fellow Daoist, as long as you are willing to let us go, I, Lou Wushang, swear not to seek revenge, and all the resources collected on Jiuyuan Star will be given to you," Lou Wushang said as he cupped his fist, his tone sincere.
Ding Huan said coldly, "Are they that precious? Don't you think if I killed you, the things would be mine anyway? Seeking revenge? You don't need to swear; you won't have the chance.
Today, I'm not only going to seek justice for the Triple Heaven Star Land but also for the innocent souls that died at the hands of your Jiuyuan Sect over the years."
"And may I ask, how should I address you, fellow Daoist?" Lou Wushang's tone was even more sincere.
Ding Huan was taken aback—something was off.
Jiuyuan Star was currently enveloped in toxic rhythms, and with every passing breath, a heap of people were dying.
