"Do you think that compared to the holy sword, those foolish lives are worth anything?"
The cold voice that came out of the black-haired youth's mouth, the dismissive sneer, the cold disregard towards life in his eyes coupled with the heartless and cruel words gave Shi Xiaobai an aura as cold as a bitter winter through and through.
The Thousand Eye Demon Sovereign's eyes glazed over briefly before it gave a few probing stares at Shi Xiaobai. Moments later, it barked, "What you said is right. The lives of these few humans are not even worth a ray of golden light of the holy sword. This Sovereign was muddleheaded. Then, what if it was your life? Which do you think is more important, life or an external object?"
"This King's life is obviously much more valuable than the holy sword."
Shi Xiaobai coldly said, "However, This King's life is decided by himself. You cannot use it as a chip."
