As Shuo Meng laughed uproariously, the other yao cultivators burst into laughter alongside him.

The sound stung the ears, but Meng Jinghai and the others paid them no heed.

After witnessing Su Yi’s terrifying abilities, Shuo Meng and the yao cultivators’ jeering laughter seemed extraordinarily ignorant and ridiculous.

“Little guy, they want you to stick up for them. What do you plan to do?” the curly-bearded elder said slowly.

Su Yi’s gaze shifted, landing on the Molten Gold Lion pulling the carriage. “Leave that dirty beast behind; I’ll take it back with me to guard my gates. Do that, and I’ll give the rest of you an opportunity to leave here alive.”

Molten Gold Lions weren’t all that strong, but this was the Great Qin. Here, a Spiritual Incarnation Realm Molten Gold Lion was far too rare.

And rare things were precious.

If he forced the dirty beast to submit and brought it back, there’d be no need to have Ying Que keep watch all the time. 

Meng Jinghai and the others didn’t know what to say to that. They were dumbstruck; Su Yi’s response wasn’t at all what they expected.

But the more they thought about it, the more domineering and tyrannical his superficially understated, casual words seemed!

It was as if he were saying, “All of your lives put...