"You don't have the capital to bargain with me," Ding Fan said sternly. "If you don't speak now, I won't mind using you for a little knife practice."
The masked man hesitated for a moment, then glanced again at the towering giant tree that Ding Fan had felled.
"I... I'll talk... I'll tell you whatever you want to know." By now, where did the masked man dare to keep any secrets? He could see that Ding Fan was someone who meant what he said and could carry it out. Now he just wanted to present himself well in the hope that Ding Fan might be moved by compassion and possibly spare him.
"I am... I am from the Myriad Demon Sect..."
The Myriad Demon Sect? Ding Fan's eyes involuntarily widened.
Wasn't Chen Qiang a Myriad Demon Sect elder? Ding Fan had killed him before, and even the Myriad Demon Sect leader's son had been killed by Ding Fan.
