"You wretched lot, hurry and bring the child over, otherwise, the Saintess Sect will grind your bones to dust!" The female disciple, seeing the two Elders being threatened, gritted her teeth in anger and cursed.
These men were truly hateful, striking their fatal blow at the most critical moment, stepping right on their sore spot.
"Ha."
The man, unfazed by the insults, chuckled lightly.
"Go ahead and curse, at worst we'll just keep dragging this out. If I'm not mistaken, you didn't bring any food, did you? Let's see how many days you can last against us!"
In the desert, going without water for a day is already unbearable. If the people from the Saintess Sect were to drag this on for two days, wouldn't they be at the mercy of being killed?
He really wanted to drag things to that point. After all, they had quite a bit of food and water at hand, rationing it could sustain them for three to five days.
