So, he snorted coldly: "Defeat me first, then speak!"
"Still want to resist?" Gu Fengliu's voice was domineering. The next second, he stomped his foot, and an endless power poured into the battle spear. The Saint Emperor was scared to the core, as if the power contained within the spear was unbeatable.
Thud~
A soft sound emerged, and blood flowed ceaselessly from the Saint Emperor's hand, as the battle spear moved an inch closer to his forehead, now only three inches away, causing the Saint Emperor extreme terror.
Thud~
Yet, in the next second, the spear moved another inch, and blood gushed from the Saint Emperor's palm, making his complexion even paler and uglier. The sight made others' hearts pound with immense dread.
Just two more inches, and the spear would pierce the Saint Emperor's forehead, leading many to wonder whether the Saint Emperor would compromise, letting Ye Qingcheng go?
