"Sect Master, you take the Nine-Colored Divine Knife and leave, I'll cover the rear!" said a Supreme Elder through gritted teeth, fiercely.
Zhang Zhi looked utterly despairing: "Leave? Where could we go? Do you think I can escape the Crimson Blood Snake Sect's Demon Palm even with the Nine-Colored Divine Knife?"
"Getting caught would be worse than death!"
Everyone shivered at the thought of the Crimson Blood Snake Sect's torture methods.
Falling into the hands of the Crimson Blood Snake Sect truly meant that dying was a difficult wish.
"Then shall we hand over the Nine-Colored Divine Knife to the Crimson Blood Serpent Emperor?" a Supreme Elder hesitated.
Zhang Zhi sighed towards the sky: "Too late! Even if we hand over the Nine-Colored Divine Knife to the Crimson Blood Serpent Emperor now, it's death either way!"
Death if handed over!
Death if not handed over!
Only one death is less painful, the other more agonizing.
Rumble!
