"Hahahahaha!"
With a burst of laughter, Zhao Xing stepped out from the protection of Meng Wu and Emperor Hongshan and stared at Dong Yanhai.
"Dong Yanhai, I swore a cause and effect oath with you back then to let you spare me a way out, but your Dongyan Ancient Clan kept refusing to let me go."
"Isn't it too late for you to say that now?"
Dong Yanhai glared at Zhao Xing: "Aren't you afraid I might continue to drain your lifespan?!"
"Go ahead!" Zhao Xing spread his arms wide. "Do you think it's my first day surviving in the cosmos?"
"If you had a choice, would you really let me go?"
"If I'm not mistaken, using me will cost you much more than it costs me!"
Dong Yanhai's expression darkened. Earlier, he relied on the power of the Ancient God Illusion and many divine objects to try to scare Zhao Xing away, but unexpectedly, Zhao Xing saw through it instantly.
"Dong Yanhai, now, you have no other choice but to beg me."
"You might as well try, kneel down and beg me."
