At this moment, Xie Ruhai could only make concessions.
If he could force Xiao Yi to make a solemn vow, it would be the only thing he could do now.
Vows may seem to offer no guarantees.
But for true monsters, some solemn oaths, if violated, are enough to create a heart demon.
This is something no heavenly talent or monster would dare to risk.
However, his last hope was evidently dashed.
"Xie Ruhai, I think you misunderstood something."
"Negotiating terms with me? You seem to have forgotten who I, Xiao Yi, am."
"Fight, die, or leave. Choose one."
As the words fell, Xiao Yi immediately made his move.
His face was full of confidence.
The sword in his hand, immensely powerful.
Three space rifts appeared in the air.
One filled with sword intent.
One with surging flames.
One enveloped in poisonous gas.
Xiao Yi's sword transformed in that instant.
On the sword body, already extremely sharp, three layers of hazy light were distinctly gathered.
