Ye Qingfeng smiled faintly and said, "On the verge of the War Emperor Warrior? Then I won't let you conveniently break through to the War Emperor Realm."
His wrist moved slightly, and the Flying Sword in his hand glimmered with cold light, flashing with an overwhelming sharpness.
The Sha Lord's heart stirred; this Huaxia youth was truly impervious to persuasion.
"Why do you insist on this? What deep-seated hatred is there between us that cannot be resolved? It's merely that our Ren Sha Sect's subordinate, the Rooster Gang, coveted your Yanglong Pharmaceutical. I'm willing to compensate for whatever losses they've caused!"
The Sha Lord's tone carried a hint of submission.
He felt thoroughly aggrieved—this young man had stormed into his Ren Sha Sect, killed numerous disciples, and even his elders and Great Elder had all perished by his hand.
Now, he still had to appease this youth, even offering compensation.
