In the face of death, the two Golden Core cultivators also set aside their dignity and pride, willing to become Tangyu's slaves. Having two Golden Core Realm slaves would indeed be quite beneficial, but Tangyu didn't need them at all. He coldly snorted, "What use do you two worthless beings have for me? You've committed countless evil deeds, and death is too good for you. Just die."
Tangyu completely ignored their pleas and continued his attack.
"No—" The two Golden Core cultivators showed extreme terror, their mouths letting out wretched screams. However, their voices were quickly silenced by Tangyu's sword, and both were directly slain by him. The last remaining Golden Core cultivator had long lost the strength to resist. His face turned pale with despair, like the color of ashes, knowing that calamity had befallen him, and regret was already useless—begging for mercy even more so.
Today, there was only one path left—death.
