The old man was silent for a moment. He slowly raised his hand, suppressing the surging Divine Power within him, and the flow of black blood from his wound gradually stopped.
He looked at Zhao Rui, his aura retracting. The arrogance and killing intent from before were gone, replaced by a solemn gravity.
"I admire your strength. The Evil God lineage concedes defeat."
The old man spoke slowly, his voice losing its previous coldness and gaining a touch of placidity. "I can tell you what you wish to know."
Hearing this, Zhao Rui raised his hand and recalled the sky full of Star Core Longswords. His Divine Power slowly receded as he looked at the old man with an indifferent gaze. "If you'd been this straightforward from the start, we wouldn't have wasted so much effort."
