Kill the young man before me?
Neither the Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect nor the Great Elder dared.
Not killing a messenger during wartime is a martial virtue, but for the one with a blade to their throat, it is an essential quality.
The crystalline object in Xu Yuan's hand consisted of a set of two, a single-use item.
Crushing one would emit a special Origin Qi shockwave, and the other within a certain range would respond in kind.
A simple method of short to medium-range communication that had been in use for thousands of years.
The Sect Master of Myriad Manifestation Sect recognized it, but he still didn't stop his movements, continuing to forcefully prolong his daughter's life while staring intently into Xu Yuan's eyes.
The silence as heavy as death was finally broken by a sigh.
It was the Great Elder, who seemed ready to suggest a price to spare Zhou Xiaohe's life:
"Young Master, may I ask you..."
"There's nothing to discuss," Xu Yuan interrupted.
