Lin Chang'sheng has slaughtered even Elders from the Immortal Martial Hall and the Heaven-Suppressing Sect—how could he stand a chance against him?
Not to mention, he's got a late stage Mahayana cultivator guarding him.
"Mercy? What mercy? You disturb my cultivation in the dead of night and still dare beg for your life?"
Lin Chang'sheng let out a disdainful snort.
Now that he'd made a move, there was only one path left for the other guy—death.
Hearing this, Qin Yuan almost jumped out of his skin, his body trembling with fear.
He couldn't even handle Gu Shan, and Lin Chang'sheng had a Heaven-Reaching Immortal Treasure in hand. There was no way he could take on both of them.
At this point, groveling was the only way to survive.
"I have a treasure for the both of you. Just spare my life!"
Qin Yuan blurted out at once.
If it meant staying alive, sacrificing some treasure was nothing.
"If we kill you, wouldn't what you have still end up as ours?"
