Looking at Han Songcheng, who was filled with sincere fear, Zhao Jiuge was stunned. The contrast was too big. The moment Han Songcheng realized the situation was not good, he knelt down to beg for mercy.

In truth, compared to his life, what did begging count as? When Han Songcheng was knocked away, he knew very clearly that it would be a difficult crisis to escape from. He was not their match, and he guessed they were disciples from a big sect. Otherwise, how could someone in the same realm as him be so much stronger? Rogue cultivators couldn’t compare to disciples from big sects that had cultivation methods, treasures, spells, and resources.

Han Songcheng was afraid of death; otherwise, he wouldn’t lower himself to kneel down and beg for mercy. Although he was forcing himself to pretend he was pitiful and repenting, he was rapidly thinking about how to escape this crisis. He tried to secretly use his spirit force, but he only felt pain. His meridians were damaged from the golden dragons’ attack. He couldn’t resist, so he had to rely on his wits to survive.

This was the first time Zhao Jiuge had encountered a situation like this, so he didn’t know what to do. He looked at Bai Qingqing with a questioning gaze. Bai Qingqing was also a bit shocked...