Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out. Qijie's body flew backward, slamming into a tree, a mouthful of blood spurting out. Standing before him were over a dozen people, their gazes fixed unflinchingly on him.
All of these individuals were Celestial Beings or stronger, including two experts who had achieved the Great Perfection of the Celestial Beings Realm. Every one of them was either under Wuwei's command or a skilled expert of Mingwang Temple.
"Brat, don't bother struggling. Hand over the Supreme Scripture now, and we might let you die a painless death. Otherwise, don't blame us for making you wish you were dead!"
One of Mingwang Temple's experts fixed a cold gaze on Qijie, his eyes glinting with a chilling light.
"You bastards killed my master and slaughtered my Master Wu Nu! Even if I die, I will never hand over the Supreme Scripture to you. Stop dreaming!"
Qijie clutched his body, his eyes emanating a frosty glare as he stared at the group.
