Having said that, he grabbed Kun Tianchen again and snarled, "Are you playing me? Li Tianming has already become one of Tai Yu's people. Isn't his master the same? They're in cahoots with Tai Yu!"
"Well, this..." Kun Tianchen broke out in a cold sweat. "I wonder if you've heard about Li Tianming suppressing the Nineteenth Prince all this time? That kid went too far. It'll be hard for him to have any future in Tai Yu. And these two masters—why do you think they secretly fled back to the Divine Tomb Seat when they were doing perfectly well in Tai Yu? I didn't even know they'd escaped back here!"
"Li Tianming, Tai Yu..." Bai Taichen furrowed his brows tightly, seeming to gradually sort out the logic.
"If you ask me, if you can meet their conditions, you'd be better off doing so. Their situation is indeed rather awkward—they have nowhere to go, which is why they want money and a cosmic warship. They themselves don't care who controls the Divine Tomb Seat. If you give them those two things, it won't delay your swift takeover of the Line Source Skyway..."
"Shut up!"
Kun Tianchen had not even finished before Bai Taichen cut him off.
He coldly ordered the other generals, "Go prepare ten billion Mo Nebula Sacrifices."
"Yes, my lord!"
The generals were not surprised by Bai Taichen's choice. After all, so many hostages were in the other side's hands. Those people were not from Tai Yu, but rather desperate fugitives in need of escape. That was actually good news, because they held no blood feud with Yuanhao. Once they got the money, they generally would not hurt anyone.
Moreover, the Little Seven-Colored Dragon was originally a spare. Neither of these conditions would affect the mission.
"Could we even