Moments later, in Sky Declaring Pavilion’s most luxurious private room, Qin Yu leaned back on a soft sofa, faintly glaring at Qi Yunshan who was lying prone on the ground.

“Forgive me! Forgive me!”

Even ants struggled to survive, much less a person who was soon about to become an alchemy grandmaster. As long as there was even a single thread of hope, he wouldn’t give up.

Old Zhao and Feng Qing stood politely to the side. Neither of them despised Qi Yunshan’s performance.

In order to continue living on, doing this in front of a Divine Dao existence wasn’t a loss of face.

It was just that they weren’t too optimistic about Qi Yunshan’s struggles. The dignity of a Divine Dao being could not be provoked; the only appropriate apology was an offering of death and blood.

“Qi Yunshan, I do not wish to kill anymore, so I will give you a chance. If you can complete it then I will spare your life.”

“Thank you, thank you!” Qi Yunshan smashed his head into the ground. “No matter what orders you have, this lowly...