"Qiu Hong, you have ten breaths' time to consider. If you don't hand over the pendant in ten breaths' time, we'll kill one of you every breath," Old Man Zi Xu uttered a hollow laugh and flung his sleeves, "But before that, I'll give you a great gift."
"Die!"
Han Mingli, Jiang Dingshan, and Yang Bailong flicked their fingers without hesitation. Three god rays immediately penetrated the chests of two middle-aged men and a beautiful woman in front of them.
AH!
Three incomparably shrill screams immediately rang out one after another.
Han Mingli and the others did not kill them right away. They used a special God Art to slowly erode their life force, leaving them feeling like their hearts were being sliced apart.
Thud!
Qin Nan's figure began to tremble vigorously as if he had just received a great blow.
For some reason, pieces of fragmented memories appeared in his mind like bamboo shoots after a rain.
In his memories, there was a middle-aged man who was proudly showing off to him. Another middle-aged man had a cold expression as he sternly reprimanded him. There was also a woman in a long dress standing in the distance in a valley filled with blooming flowers. She gently smiled, causing him to fall into a trance.
The memories were extremely unfamiliar, yet incredibly real, as if Qin Nan had experienced them before.
Whoosh!
All of a sudden, a sense of sorrow and anger rose in his heart, causing his body to emit a cold murderous aura.
"Five breaths' time left!"
Old Man Zi Xu and the others immediately calmed down upon seeing this.
If Qiu Hong was heartless, then this method of theirs would have no meaning at all.
"Qiu Hong, don't worry about us, you can't hand over the pendant."
Among the remaining six cultivators, the old man with sharp eyebrows immediately transmitted his voice to Qin Nan with a stern tone.
"Junior Brother Qiu Hong..."
As for the other five cultivators, their hearts were already devoured by fear.
"Let them go, and I'll give you the pendant."
Qin Nan ignored the old man's voice and said without hesitation.
Although the memories of this body, as well as the feelings of grief and anger, did not have much of an effect on him, these people were fundamentally not related to him in any way. However, it was fate that allowed him to enter this body. No matter what, he could not watch the master and fellow disciples of this body get killed.
As for the succession of the Drought Demon Immortal Tomb, he could think of other ways or look for other successions after he was done here.
"Hahaha!"
Old Man Zi Xu and the others burst out laughing upon hearing this. A few moments later, the smile on his face slowly disappeared as his eyes flickered with disdain, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said just then."
"Die!"
Han Mingli, Jiang Dingshan, and Yang Bailong let out a hollow laugh and made their moves once again, firing a beam of light into the bodies of the three cultivators, resulting in three cries of agony echoing in the spacious valley.
This Qiu Hong dared to compete with the three great factions for the pendants, not to mention his disrespectful attitude. How could they possibly let him go so easily?
Since Qiu Hong was so loyal to his friends, they would let him have a taste of watching his loved ones die in front of him while feeling helpless!
"You..."
Qin Nan's expression changed tremendously. The fragmented memories in his mind began to surge once again, as the sorrow and anger in his heart began to spread rapidly.
"You? What do you mean? Could it be... "
Old Man Zi Xu hesitated for a moment before he said, "You still don't want to hand over the pendant?"
Following this, Han Mingli immediately came to a realization. The glow on his finger flickered once again, killing one of the remaining three cultivators.
This time, the cry of agony echoed in Qin Nan's heart.
"Hand over the pendant at once. Otherwise, your master and Martial Uncle won't die so easily."
Old Man Zi Xu squinted.
He had already killed seven cultivators and tortured Qiu Hong three times. It was enough. He could not afford to go too far. Once he obtained the pendant and claimed the succession, he would capture Qiu Hong and torture him.
"Very well!"
Qin Nan collected his thoughts. His eyes became icy as a terrifying murderous aura burst out from his body, "After this, I'll settle the debt with the three great factions!"
He was thoroughly infuriated by the three great factions.
"You think you can do it?"
The eyes of Old Man Zi Xu and the others flickered with disdain.
Even though Qiu Hong was no longer the same as before, the difference between his strength and theirs was still like the difference between the Heavens and Earth.
Even a Martial God Realm expert could easily kill him, let alone the Human God Realm experts present.
However, as Qin Nan was about to throw the pendant out, an unexpected change took place.
Following this, the figures of the white-browed cultivator and the other cultivator suddenly emitted rays of light, causing them to vibrate vigorously.
The auras in their bodies began to collapse as if they had just received a terrifying blow.
They were detonating themselves!
"How bold of you!"
Old Man Zi Xu and the others were startled upon seeing this. They were both shocked and furious.
Now that they had yet to claim the pendant, how were they going to threaten Qiu Hong if the two cultivators detonated themselves?
"This..."
Qin Nan was startled.
He did not expect Qiu Hong's master and Martial Uncle would make such a decision.
"You people of the three great factions are ridiculous, using such a despicable method to harm my disciple! As his master, how could I let you get away with it? "
For some reason, the white-browed old man unleashed a powerful aura at that instant. His eyes were filled with determination and disdain.
"That's right!"
The other cultivator was the same, completely fearless.
"Well, well, well!"
Old Man Zi Xu burst out laughing after uttering the word 'well', "A mere half-Martial Monarch, a mere peak Martial Ancestor, yet he has such a backbone..."
"Qiu Hong, don't be sad, continue to shine brightly. Your master, your Martial Uncle, and the elders and disciples of the Righteous Heart Sect will always support you!"
The white-browed old man ignored Zi Xu and turned to Qin Nan with a kind look.
Ever since that snowy night, when he met that thin and weak little guy with a pale face but extremely clear eyes, in his heart, he no longer treated Qiu Hong as just a disciple.
Now that Qiu Hong had displayed his talents and had a bright future ahead of him, he was satisfied.
BANG!
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