CHAPTER 1715: CHAPTER 1715: ARE YOU THE DEVIL? HOW DID YOU EVEN GUESS THAT?

Xander Frost’s eyes revealed a crazed look, as he was well aware that even surrendering would lead to no way out!

He had already attacked people from the Celestial Palace, and was close to succeeding. How could the people from the Celestial Palace possibly forgive him?

"Since you won’t let me live, then let’s all die together!"

Golden light radiated from Xander Frost’s body, a terrifying wave of Spiritual Energy emanated from him, instantly spreading out and enveloping the entire Demon Fiend Hall.

"Watch out for the self-destruction!"

The Emperor Seal shot out like lightning, suspended in the air, suddenly letting out a deafening roar.

Xander Frost was struck by the thunderous sound of the Emperor Seal, catching him off guard and leaving him momentarily dumbfounded.

This moment was extremely short, but it was enough for Daniel Patel to instantaneously appear in front of Xander Frost, his Black Ruler slicing down once more.

Xander Frost’s entire being was engulfed by the shadow of the Black Ruler, as if struck by a fissure in the sky, and he was sent crashing, slamming into a towering peak on the side, collapsing half of it with a boom.

The golden light on Xander Frost’s body dimmed instantly, and the terrifying aura dissipated in a moment, like a deflated balloon, deflating immediately.

The entire lower half of Xander Frost’s body was blasted into fragments and scattered in the fierce wind. Before Xander Frost could react, Daniel Patel appeared in front of him, pointing a finger at his forehead, instantly sealing his Sea of Consciousness!

Xander Frost let out a wretched scream, his entire being wilting immediately, as if a strong, imposing man had suddenly transformed into a fragile, weak old woman on the brink of death!

Carson Flores watched this scene from afar, his heart filled with shock.

The First Chief Guard of the Immortal Palace, such an incredible power!

Xander Frost was at least a Late Celestial Immortal, Hall Master of the Demon Fiend Hall, considered a formidable hero, yet against Daniel Patel, he was utterly beaten down, their levels of power were simply worlds apart.

Carson Flores suspected that even if he hadn’t intervened, Daniel Patel wielding that Black Ruler would still have interrupted Xander Frost’s self-destruction.

Facing such an overwhelming opponent, Xander Frost didn’t even have the qualification to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit!

Too powerful!

Daniel Patel carried the half-bodied, deathly pale Xander Frost back to Carson Flores and said with a smile, "Would you like to ask?"

Carson Flores nodded slightly, "Hall Master Frost, answer our questions, and you might live, as well as the other two. You’ve worked hard to cultivate to this level, dying like this, don’t you think it’s a pity?"

Xander Frost spat out a mouthful of blood, sneering, "Trying to extract the identity of the White Cloth Blood Envoy from me? Don’t bother, you can kill me, but you’ll never get any information from my mouth."

Carson Flores stared into Xander Frost’s eyes, suddenly asking, "Even though the Heavenly Alliance recruited you and offered you benefits, no benefit is more important than your own life, right?"

Xander Frost remained silent.

Carson Flores suddenly asked, "Are you under their control, unable to speak?"

Xander Frost’s gaze wavered slightly but still stayed silent.

Carson Flores continued, "You’re here before us, compared to death, what else is more terrifying?"

Pausing, Carson Flores suddenly asked, "Do you have loved ones or friends in their hands?"

Xander Frost’s expression changed, looking at Carson Flores with a glint of fear in his eyes.

Is this guy a devil?

How could he guess just by asking a couple of questions?

Carson Flores smiled, "Looks like I guessed right... Fisher James, Tripp Nixon, can you tell me who your dear Hall Master Frost cares about most?"

Fisher James and Tripp Nixon exchanged a glance, fear in their eyes, but neither spoke, acting quite tough.

Carson Flores smiled at them, "Why, you’re all prisoners, his body is only half intact, are you still afraid to speak, or do you want to end up like this too?"

"I’ll count to three. If you still don’t answer, it means you’re no longer of any use and can be killed."

Fisher James suddenly spoke, "His son, what Hall Master cares most about is his son. He hopes to train his son to take over as Hall Master in the future."

Carson Flores nodded, "Fisher James, quick response, you get a point. Tripp Nixon, you’re a bit slow."

Tripp Nixon resented it in his heart but was powerless.

Even the Hall Master was left crippled by them, what am I?

On the chopping block, life and death are no longer in my hands!

Carson Flores turned back, staring at Xander Frost, "Now tell me, who is the White Cloth Blood Envoy, and I promise I can save your son. Otherwise, you’re dead, do you think they’ll still care about your son’s life? Of course, if they don’t kill, I can help."

Xander Frost’s eyes were bloodshot, "Is the Celestial Palace always this despicable in its actions?"

Carson Flores gave a carefree laugh, "To deal with despicable people, naturally, we must be a bit despicable, or else you’d have the advantage."

Xander Frost shook his head, "I... if I say it, I’ll die!"

Carson Flores squinted slightly, "You’ll die? Did the White Cloth Blood Envoy do something to you to prevent you from speaking?"

Xander Frost thought for a moment and finally nodded, "Yes!"