Under the pressure, Wan Hao and Ming Hu felt their bodies stiffen as if a mountain were pressing down on them.
"This, this..."
Wan Hao and Ming Hu's pupils contracted.
Judging by the trend of this pressure, Zhang Jinkui's cultivation had at least reached the eighth level of the Foundation Establishment Stage. Such cultivation would overwhelm even the combined forces of their two families.
Qin Qi naturally noticed the distress on Wan Hao and Ming Hu's faces.
He sighed, "Uncle Wan, Patriarch Ming, I appreciate your goodwill, but at this point, you needn't concern yourselves with me any longer."
Ming Hu raised his eyelids and sighed, "Forget it, Qin Qi, I've done my best!"
Wan Hao pondered for a long while before gritting his teeth, "Zhang Jinkui, everything has a price. What do you want for Qin Qi's life?"
"Everything is negotiable, as long as his life is spared."
Zhang Jinkui laughed coldly, "Wan Hao, do you think I'm senile?"
