He looked up. Where his eyes fell, space shattered as Qin Yu and Solitary Westgate stepped out together.

In a flash, their eyes met. Qin Yu’s pupils shrank as he saw the middle-aged man in the hands of the monk.

The young monk smiled and nodded. “Demon Sovereign, your guess is correct. This is the last member of the First Life Clan in the world. But, he is currently in my hands.”

Qin Yu took a deep breath. “Buddhist Nation Sovereign, there is no need for games between us. Speak your conditions.”

The young monk’s expression turned gentle. “And if I want you to die?”

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes. “Buddhist Nation Sovereign, I am not in the mood to waste time with you.”

The young monk nodded. “Demon Sovereign has many duties to attend to, so it was indeed wrong of me to say such things. Then, I’ll get straight to the point. My condition is…” As he spoke, he suddenly clenched his palm.

“Stop!” Qin Yu roared out loud. He started to move forward but he was already too late.

The imprisoned First Life clansman was directly...