A single thought of his could transform into an attack from a late-stage Crimson Palace master.
Such an existence, when sitting with a Profound Heart, could never be worn down by Crimson Palace cultivators.
No matter how many came, they couldn't exhaust him.
...
At this moment, a voice echoed in midair.
"As you can see, it's impossible for you to win. The outcome is set, just quietly go back.
As the price for sparing you once, why not teach me the method to transform your Sword Evil into a Demon Dragon at will?"
Zhang Han's voice carried sincerity, "On this journey to the Mountain and Sea Demon Country, the road is long and dangerous. What if something happens? You wouldn't want to lose your legacy, would you?
Teach me and I will ensure your power continues to live on in this world, then see the future sights on your behalf."
He then laughed again, "Oh, if you want me to become your disciple, that's not impossible. Whatever formalities are involved, I can accept them.
