The killing intent radiating from my body was so fierce that it made the entire room's temperature plummet!
Atkinson Samson desperately looked toward Kevin Hill, his eyes begging for rescue.
Kevin Hill cleared his throat and said, "Mason, we can talk this through. Maybe Atkinson can make you an offer you'll find acceptable."
"Absolutely! Absolutely! Absolutely!" Atkinson Samson nodded frantically.
"Mason, if you agree, I'll hand over the entire Great Saint Sect to you!"
"The sect has a Spiritual Spring inside that would definitely benefit you greatly!"
I sneered, "If you'd offered that Spiritual Spring a few days back, I might've taken the deal. But now it's too late."
"Because...once I kill you, that Spiritual Spring becomes mine anyway!"
Atkinson Samson clenched his jaw and got to his feet, "Mason, do you really want this to be a fight to the death!?"
"What do you think?" I replied coldly.
"If I hadn't made it to Marquis-level, would you have shown me any mercy?"
