Watching the man clad in gilt armor brandishing an axe, Duan Heng's face showed a faint, barely perceivable smile as he shifted his gaze towards another person.
At the same moment, facing Duan Heng's look, another Eternal Realm cultivator secretly swallowed hard and also took out a mid-rank Level 7 divine weapon from his Interspatial Silk Sachet.
"Fellow Daoist, there have been many offenses this time, and here's a small token of apology. I hope you won't find it contemptible. I will surely visit to apologize another day."
Following the old man's instantaneous death, the two of them underwent a drastic change in their attitude towards Duan Heng.
Taking in both their expressions and gestures, something within Duan Heng seemed to be triggered.
This is what power feels like.
With an emotionless visage, Duan Heng stood erect with his hands clasped behind him, showing no response to their apologies.
