"Fine, I guess they need a taste of the fist to behave."
Chu Sheng shook its head and spat one word at Xiao Feng.
"Scram!"
Xiao Feng was dumbfounded, wondering if his ears were playing tricks on him. With such good terms—terms that would spare their lives—they still refused? Were they insane?!
He gritted his teeth, recalling the Elders' instructions. If the other party disagreed, he was to take a step back and demand the Dragon Egg. Xiao Feng pondered for a moment before softening his tone into a conciliatory manner.
"How about this? You just hand over the Dragon Egg, and the Eight Great Clans will let you off. We won't pursue this any further.
"What do you say? This is already a massive concession."
