"White Emperor, let's talk... I, I was wrong, I will give everything I have to let me go, what do you think about that?" Emperor Tote tried to negotiate. Although the injury caused to him was not severe, it was enough to scare him even more. He seemed sincere when he said this, as the fear for his life was real.
After all, cultivators of his level, who had an almost infinite life with great power, were more afraid of death than losing everything they had, since with their power, they could conquer everything again as long as they were alive.
Luan, who was in his prime form, and on top of that, with Leviathan merged with him, giving him a great amount of Qi, didn't give Emperor Tote any hope of being able to escape, let alone defeat him.
"I want your ability to absorb Qi." Luan said frankly.
Emperor Tote showed surprise. Instantly, his expression turned ugly; his heart sank, and he cursed in his heart: 'Son of a bitch!'
