"Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, our Demon Clan's sincerity is evident, but your condition that all magical treasures above the level of divine artifacts belong to your sea area is rather outrageous."
"I believe this deal should end here."
Zi Yu remained calm and stood up, saying, "Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor, please forgive me for not seeing you off further."
"......"
Upon hearing this, Long Kun frowned.
This situation was completely unexpected for him.
The other party didn't offer any room for negotiation; he was still waiting to bargain.
Unexpectedly, the other party directly asked them to leave.
And the decision to terminate the transaction directly caught him off guard.
However, he was, after all, the Lord of the Seas, the Dragon Emperor who controlled a region, the four seas and the eight wastelands.
Not to mention, he is the patriarch of the Dragon Clan, one of the chaotic divine beasts born from the four innate elements.
The other party dared to disrespect him.
Why would he demean himself so much as to want his dragon race to submit to the demon race that everyone has the right to kill?
That's wishful thinking!
He rose, unfurled his dragon robe, and said in a cold, deep voice, "Just as I, the Dragon Emperor, have thought, this transaction should indeed end here."
"Furthermore, I urge you, remnants of the demon race, to leave my sea area immediately!"
"To prevent people from saying that my dragon clan is in cahoots with you rats crossing the street, thus tarnishing the reputation of my dragon clan."
Zi Yu heard this but did not get angry.
He took the still-steaming teacup from the table and blew on it gently.
He then took a small sip, spat out a tea leaf, and spoke in a calm tone.
"Thank you for the reminder, Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor. Have a safe journey!"
"snort!"
A cold glint flashed in Long Kun's eyes, and he let out a soft snort.
With a flick of his sleeve, he turned and strode away.
However, just as he reached the cabin door, he stopped abruptly.
The smell of blood is so strong!
Moreover, the smell of blood was mixed with an unusually familiar fishy smell.
This is... bad!
His nostrils twitched slightly, and his expression suddenly changed.
Just then, the wooden sliding door of the cabin was suddenly smashed open from the outside.
Long Kun had no choice but to quickly sidestep.
His gaze then fell upon the person who had smashed through the cabin door.
The next moment, his pupils suddenly contracted!
An extremely sharp and chilling killing intent surged from his body like a raging wave—
Lying on the ground by the door was a broken, humanoid creature carrying a tortoise shell.
And that creature was none other than his trusted confidant, the Turtle Prime Minister.
His cultivation level has reached the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm!
At this moment, however, it had lost its head and was already dead.
He suddenly remembered something and hurriedly looked at the situation outside the cabin, his face turning extremely gloomy again!
Outside, there was a one-sided and brutal massacre.
None of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals he brought, as well as dozens of his trusted guards, survived; they all perished tragically.
These were all elites from their Dragon Palace, and right before their very eyes, they were brutally slaughtered, lying haphazardly on the outer deck or in all directions of the Six-Star Dao Ship.
The surrounding sea was completely stained with green and red blood.
Dismembered limbs and broken corpses floated on the sea, bobbing up and down, a truly shocking sight!
Perhaps they noticed the cabin door was open.
The black-robed men outside, carrying blood-stained magical artifacts, turned around in unison, their eyes filled with chilling murderous intent as they stared intently at Long Kun, who stood at the doorway.
That fierce aura.
Accompanied by a strong smell of blood, it swept in like a whirlwind!
Ordinary people would be faced with such a situation.
They were probably so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, leaving filth everywhere.
Long Kun, however, did not.
Under the sudden, cold, ruthless, and chilling gaze, he stood motionless, his face grim, like a statue.
At this moment, six black-robed figures at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm appeared.
They reeked of blood and surrounded us, carrying blood-stained blades.
A wisp of evil demonic energy swirled around them, filled with various forms of violence, resentment, and other negative forces.
Clearly, this is demonic power.
What is a demon?
Demons confuse the mind and harm the body!
Under the influence of these negative forces.
It is nothing short of poison to any human cultivator, having a tremendous suppressive effect.
Although the six were at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm.
He was a whole realm weaker than Long Kun, who was at the early stage of the Great Emperor Realm.
But with the power of demonic arts, the six of them rushed up together and killed him with ease!
Three cobblers are equal to one Zhuge Liang, let alone three more.
The atmosphere suddenly became deathly silent.
The two sides remained locked in a stalemate at the cabin door, with only the thick, pungent smell of blood lingering in the air...
This made the atmosphere even more eerie!
Suddenly, a gentle sea breeze caressed everyone's faces...
Long Kun, who had been standing at the cabin door, suddenly broke into a smile.
Her smile was even brighter than a chrysanthemum's.
He quickly turned around, looked at Zi Yu who was tasting tea, and walked over with a smile.
A true man is one who can bend and stretch.
At this moment, he brought the character to life.
“Fellow Daoist Ziyu, after careful consideration, I realize that I have indeed made some mistakes. Since we are allies, we should discuss things together.”
I apologize to you in advance.
“Your Majesty the Dragon Emperor is absolutely right. Come, sit down and let’s talk in detail.”
Zi Yu smiled slightly and raised his hand to pour him a full cup of tea.
"Fellow Daoist, my second condition is that only a portion is required. What do you think?"
Long Kun accepted the teacup with both hands.
He sat half-upright in the chair, looking as if he were sitting on pins and needles.
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