"You... how are you still here?" The Xieling Strongmen and the others turned pale as they stared at Michelangelo, their legs beginning to tremble uncontrollably.
Michelangelo chuckled. He had already prepared the dynamite, as he'd thought everyone would be eaten by that Corpse Turtle. He certainly hadn't expected the Zhao sisters to emerge from the tomb.
"These sisters refuse to tell me what happened in the tomb. If they won't talk, you will. Otherwise, I'll drain all of your blood."
Although Zhao Zetian and Zhao Mulan feared death, they still had integrity. The Zhao sisters would never betray their own people to a foreigner, no matter the circumstances.
"I... I'll talk." The Xieling Strongmen, the Mount Mover Taoist, and the others exchanged looks. For them, integrity was a long-forgotten concept. From the moment they began tomb raiding—taking artifacts from burial grounds to sell to foreigners—they had already abandoned their heritage.
