“Surrender?”
Qian Er waved his hand, and the guards quickly lowered their weapons.
Then, that sneaky-looking fellow knelt down in front of Qian Er, hitting his head on the ground with a pitiful expression.
“I swear I have no ill intentions towards you, Great King!”
It was such a smooth combo that even City Lord Zhang next to him didn't react before hearing the resounding thuds of his head hitting the ground.
“Oh? Surrender? Let me see your sincerity.”
Qian Er smiled, signaling everyone not to worry, and had the fellow stand up.
Then, without any hesitation, he took the fellow to the Heavenly Prison.
Looking at the surroundings, the person's face turned green.
“First, state your name and who your boss is. I need to know.”
Qian Er sat opposite him, clapped his hands, and someone brought over the torture instruments.
“Foreign races trespassing in the New City must be taught a lesson before we talk. This is the rule of the New City, and you must abide by it upon entering.”
After saying that, the people behind him began to put a magic-sealing shackle on the fellow.
Qian Er picked up the pliers and began to pull out the person's fingernails.
His screams echoed throughout the entire prison. Even City Lord Zhang couldn't bear to watch. The empty prison cell was now only occupied by Qian Er and this foreign race.
The person screamed. Although he had used methods to transform himself into a human, his sense of pain still existed. After Qian Er's actions, he was almost delirious.
“Alright.”
Qian Er put down the pliers with satisfaction. The fingers and toes of this “person” were now covered in blood.
“Now you can speak. What is your purpose? Remember not to sneak in again in the future.”
“We are here to surrender to the Great King…”
The person gritted his teeth.
“You?”
Qian Er smiled.
Soon after, this row of Heavenly Prison cells was filled with people, and screams rose and fell.
Qian Er, his hands covered in blood, returned to his original position and looked at the person from the beginning.
“It seems you're an organization. Who's the leader? Speak.”
The person was stunned for a moment, shook his head, and said weakly, “Great King… don't you want to hear our conditions…?”
“Alright, speak. What conditions?”
“We are willing to give you the resources of our entire race, only asking to gain a place in the New City…”
“The entire race, how much is that?”
Qian Er chuckled, listening to the person opposite him begin to quote prices.
Then, he shook his head: “Do you know that the Ning faction of the Yan Kingdom alone gave much more than all of you recently?”
“So poor.”
“And you still want to gain a place in my New City…”
“Who gave you the courage to sneak into my territory and negotiate terms with me? And you only planned to give this little?”
Qian Er paused, unable to restrain himself: “Are you tired of living? Speak, who's behind you? I'll chat with your boss later.”
The person's expression changed, and he shouted hysterically.
“I will not tell you!”
After saying that, he smashed his head against the wall and died.
“Damn it, pretty tough bones. Myriad Transformation Demon, you come…”
On a small sky island, Old Raven and several other races were constantly looking around, somewhat anxiously.
“Why haven't they returned yet? Could something have happened?!”
“Alas, it was a negligence. I didn't expect that there would be magic-sealing materials in the New City. How annoying!”
Old Raven shook his head and sighed.
“However, they should be fine. I have already instructed them in advance that if things don't work out, they should commit suicide, and definitely not leave any traces.”
“Isn't it too cruel to treat the children like this?”
An elder of another race sighed.
“Now, I think we should be a little ruthless. Don't be wishy-washy. We didn't have a better way in the first place.”
Old Raven's tone was always extremely calm, without any emotional color, making people feel a little uncomfortable.
“That's what you say…”
The elder shook his head: “I think we old guys should be the ones to go and die.”
“If you die, leaving those little things without education, can they revive the glory of the race? The law of the jungle. If you live, there is still hope to continue. If they live, do you believe that they will be swallowed up before long?”
Raven glanced at this elder and said seriously.
The elder fell silent.
The people around them also stopped talking. During this time, Old Raven's cunning had made them somewhat admire him.
But as the sky changed little by little, everyone became more and more anxious.
“They wouldn't really have died in the New City, would they? Raven, tell me, no way?!”
Raven slightly raised his head, squinting his pupils: “Then that's their fate.”
“That's right, everyone has their own destiny.”
The expressions of the crowd changed, looking behind Raven.
At some point, Qian Er had already stood here. He had a smile on his face, a relaxed expression, and his tone of voice was like chatting at home.
“Qian Er!”
The crowd instantly retreated a few steps, looking at him as if facing a great enemy, their whole bodies filled with vigilance.
“Old Raven, with such a cruel mind, how did you fail to become a victor race?”
Qian Er yawned.
Even Old Raven, who never showed his emotions, now had some sweat on his face.
He adjusted himself and respectfully prostrated himself in front of Qian Er.
The sincerity of his attitude made the other races around him a little dumbfounded.
“Welcome, Town King Qian Er. To answer your question, Great King, our race is not strong and has low combat power. We are not even as good as the Victor Race, let alone you. I am not worthy to even carry your shoes.”
Qian Er even suspected that this old fellow had rehearsed in advance. This set of words was quite smooth, and even the flattering words didn't have any pauses. It was as if they came from the bottom of his heart.
Old Raven, who spoke of all this, was even more calm and natural, without the slightest embarrassment.
Qian Er couldn't help but applaud and gave Old Raven a thumbs up.
Then, he spoke to the other races around him.
“Look at him, learn from him. This is what it means to be able to bend and stretch. He has skill.”
The next second.
Old Raven's head fell to the ground, rolling a few times, his eyes wide open, as if he couldn't rest in peace.
Qian Er didn't plan to waste words with them at all. He had already seen everything he wanted to know clearly with the Myriad Transformation Demon.
This group of people was not comparable to the puppets of the Crimson Flame Demon Mastiff race. Following the clues was still very simple.
“Ah!”
These races around them screamed.
However, before they could turn around, bone spurs rose from the ground, forming a solid bone prison.
Immediately afterwards, the Frost耀 Bone Dragon flew out, and the light of Frost耀 swept over everyone.
A rain of blood rose around Qian Er, and a few scattered limbs and broken arms flew by from time to time.
After a while, the foreign races at the scene were all dead.
“Clean up these corpses.”
Qian Er picked up Old Raven's head: “I don't know if the fur of this thing has any value.”
