Chapter One Hundred Thirty-Nine: Return Home (End)

"What do you want to talk about?" Tang Sen coldly responded. Since the other party mastered the secret technique, he deserved the right to have an equal dialogue with him.

Even if he was begging for his life, it was not unacceptable. In his heart, Wu Zhuo's life was not even comparable to a little finger of Tang Luo.

Wu Zhuo shook his head with a lost look and said, "I'm not pleading for myself, but hoping that Sect Head will not hold our four clans accountable."

Tang Sen's eyebrows furrowed as he scrutinized Wu Zhuo carefully, curiously asking, "If you care about your clansmen, why would you do such a foolish thing?"

He clearly heard the conversation between Feng Wendong and Tang Luo in the chariot. They obviously intended to kill for loot. Even if they succeeded, their families in Xiling couldn't possibly escape unscathed.

Despite knowing this, they still insist on doing it and are now threatening him to let them go using the Soul Curse. Isn't this contradictory?