"The Sub-Saint's handwritten scroll is indeed powerful, but it still cannot scare me. We ten Quasi-Saints, along with forty-one Demon Gods self-destructing together, possess such formidable power that even if Confucianism's pressed Saint himself were to come, he would struggle to escape the fate of perishing, not to mention a mere scroll of bamboo slips he left behind."
"Fellow Daoist, I am indeed threatening you. Either let us leave, or let's all perish together in mutual destruction."
Bai Ze's attitude became unusually tough, and he fiercely threatened Jiang Chen. He had no way out and could only resort to intimidation, using the threat of mutual destruction.
"Hmph? Threaten me? You are not worthy."
"I said, no one is leaving today. Did you really think I summoned the Sub-Saint's handwritten scroll to stop you? Wrong. The purpose of summoning the Sub-Saint's handwritten scroll was to shield the machinations of fate so that no one could spy on this place."
