His father, a martial artist of Martial Marquis Level Five, had a presence that he could not have misread.
So, there really was an ambush, and it was a monster equivalent to Martial Marquis Level Five.
He was doomed.
But he didn't want to die.
"Spare me, please spare my life. I'm a direct descendant of the Zhao Clan from Lingwang City. I can give you silver, martial food, martial arts knowledge, resources, whatever you want I can offer. I beg you to spare me."
Zhao Hao struggled to get up, pleading over and over.
Even though he knew, begging a monster for mercy was likely in vain, he was scared, helpless, and desperate to cling onto the smallest chance of survival.
Only when he truly faced death, did he realize how much he feared it.
"Heh heh, really? Anything?"
The monster old man sneered.
"Of course, anything."
Zhao Hao nodded repeatedly, trembling with fear. Seeing the monster old man getting closer, his heart was pounding.