Thinking this, Qiu Tu's gaze flickered, his mind also spinning rapidly.
As an eighth-rank peak Great Evil God who had lived for centuries, there were countless things of value on Tian Qi.
For example, he was the president of the "Fog Hidden Association," the largest power in the "Western Kingdom"; for example, he was a firsthand witness of the "Heavenly God Cataclysm";
For example, he controlled the "Southwest Region"; and for another, he definitely had intelligence channels supplying the four great Divine Kings…
As for the wealth he had accumulated over these hundreds of years, there's no need to even mention it.
As a man who almost got himself and Zhao Ji killed, Qiu Tu certainly didn't mind squeezing him dry and sending him to his final death.
As for whether Tian Qi, after scheming against Zhao Ji and Qiu Tu, had truly repented and was genuinely seeking to surrender—well… that wasn't important.
True repentance was Tian Qi's problem; Qiu Tu didn't have to choose to forgive.
