"Innate treasure, at least a spirit-level flame, boy, what are you planning to do?"
The Slaughter Sword Lord looked at Zhang Xiaoshan with eyes filled with hatred and fear.
"Planning to do what?"
Zhang Xiaoshan gave a cold laugh and continued.
"Since you recognize this as a spirit-level flame, you should know its power. If the flame harms you, your last wisp of soul remnant will be completely burned away, leading to eternal damnation. And the feeling of being burned by a spirit-level flame, I assume you don't want to try it, right?"
"If you are sensible, hand over your lifelong inheritance, and I can ensure your soul remnant remains intact. Otherwise, haha..."
Zhang Xiaoshan's words did not make it too clear, but the meaning was obvious.
"You..."
"You dare threaten me, the Sword Lord, you brat! If I were at my full strength, I wouldn't even need a move to kill you."
The Sword Lord was furious and embarrassed.
