Could it be that Marshall Morgan has always been hiding his strength? Corbin Shade almost thought he was dreaming.
"Brother, spare me, I beg you to spare me, I can offer you all my possessions!"
Corbin Shade cried out.
He didn't want to die, he absolutely didn't want to die; he was the strongest of the younger generation in the Ghost Demon Palace and destined to inherit the position of Hall Master, becoming an Overlord controlling a vast region, ruling over countless citizens, and surrounded by numerous beauties, commanding the winds and rains.
With such a bright future ahead, how could he be willing to die?
Compared to life, what is dignity?
"Spare you? After I kill you, won't all your possessions become mine anyway?"
Marshall Morgan sneered.
"No, don't kill me, I know of a treasure. If you spare me, I'll tell you the location of this treasure."
Corbin Shade shouted.
