"You want me to fight him?" Fan Lang was shaken inwardly as he communicated with the Dragon Ancestor in secret.
"That's right! This is a good opportunity for both you and me. Not everything is worth my personal intervention. Consider this my initiative in helping you for once, so cherish it."
"If you act, aren't you afraid of exposing your identity?"
"Hmph. Everyone believes I was long since reduced to soul shattering and spirit scattering. As long as I don't show myself publicly, who would connect it to me? Besides, you possess the Dragon God Bloodline. You are excellent cover, and an excellent vessel as well, perfectly capable of bearing my power. If you borrow my power to defeat him, even if he racks his brains, he'll never guess that I'm helping you from the shadows."
"That makes some sense." Fan Lang's heart stirred.
"If it makes sense, then act. I'll lend you my power now, so stop dawdling," urged the Dragon Ancestor.
"After weighing the pros and cons, this is worth the risk. But we need to renegotiate the division of benefits. Once we obtain the Demonic Dragon Bloodline, we can't split it evenly. It'll be seventy-thirty—you get thirty, I get seventy."
"What? Why should you get the larger share? I'm the one helping you this time! Without me, you couldn't possibly defeat an Upper God like him!"
"There was never any fairness between us. A seventy-thirty split is already more than fair to you. Accept it if you can. If not, forget it. At worst, I'll back down. Then he won't make things difficult for me."
"You're far too greedy!"
"Seventy-thirty. Are you doing this or not?"
"You!"
If the Dragon Ancestor were still alive, he would surely have been gritting his teeth in fury.
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