He didn't use any exaggerated words, but this bloody truth was incredibly damaging, piercing the hearts of these hunters.
This was a group of old bandits. Their descendants—their sons and nephews—had once rushed to follow the expedition in order to conquer beautiful lands and be the first to gain the sect ancestral courts' resources to enhance themselves. In the end, however, they were annihilated, and not a single one returned. Now, the eyes of these people were all red.
A lean middle-aged man spat out a stream of air like thunder light, saying, "I must skin you alive, dismember you, use your soul oil to make the fire source inside a lamp, and refine you for over a hundred years!"
Qin Ming turned back and said, "Why are you getting worked up? Let's talk this through!"
A burly man with a vicious expression said, "Boy, when we catch you, I hope you can still shoot your mouth off like this. Otherwise, I'll make you lick the soles of my shoes for a hundred years."
