The Xia Clan

"Young man, relinquish your ownership over your spatial ring, and I'll spare your life!"

The leader of the bandits, who was a rudimentary Supreme God, rose higher in the air and stared at Duan Ling Tian indifferently. If he rashly killed Duan Ling Tian, the spatial ring would self-destruct. As such, these words were a standard procedure; they would always request their victims to relinquish their claims over their spatial rings.

"Spare my life? Are you really going to spare my life if I do that?" Duan Ling Tian smiled faintly with a hint of derision upon hearing the other party's words.

"Of course," the rudimentary Supreme God replied without missing a beat.

"If that's the case, why don't all of you swear on the Devil Heart's Blood Oath? I'll relinquish my ownership of the spatial ring after you do so," Duan Ling Tian said. His expression was serious, but if one took a closer look, one would be able to see the contempt in the depths of his eyes.