"Xu Ping'an, I'll give you one last chance to surrender to the Fire Divine Palace, or else you'll have only one path left: death."
The gray-haired elder Su Tu said coldly as he looked at Xu Ping'an.
All the disciples around turned their gaze towards Xu Ping'an.
They were curious about how Xu Ping'an would choose.
In their eyes, surrendering to the Fire Divine Palace had no downsides for Xu Ping'an—instead, it was an immense opportunity.
They did not understand why Xu Ping'an kept refusing time and time again.
"I've said what I had to say before and I don't want to repeat myself," Xu Ping'an replied coldly.
He had run out of patience.
The domineering attitude of the Fire Divine Palace and their repeated threats had seriously annoyed him.
If the Fire Divine Palace wanted to kill him, he was no soft persimmon to be squashed at will.
