"I never imagined that Myriad Manifestations Palace, which styled itself as the righteous leader of the Borderlands, would actually negotiate terms with an alien race. The thought is rather laughable. State your terms. This Lord will consider them," Kongsang Lifeng said lightly as he sat high atop the crest of a wave.
True Lord Longxiang strode over the waves, his voice icy. "If you sincerely wish to negotiate, then get down from there and speak face-to-face. Otherwise, This Seat will make you regret ever coming here."
"Long Huan..." Kongsang Lifeng narrowed his eyes.
"What, are you surprised to see This Seat standing before you?" True Lord Longxiang asked in a hostile tone.
That day, after parting ways with Song Changsheng within the borders of the Dazhen Immortal Dynasty, he had begun tearing open space and creating a Spatial Tunnel leading directly to the outskirts of Myriad Manifestations Palace.
Unexpectedly, he was attacked midway through the journey.
The attacker had been a Nascent Soul cultivator of the demonic path. If nothing unexpected had occurred, it was the same person who had ambushed Hundred Cauldrons Pavilion halfway before.
The other party's actions had been exceedingly strange. Just like the attack on Hundred Cauldrons Pavilion, they fled at the first touch and never lingered to fight. No one knew what their purpose was.
They caused them no losses, nor did they gain anything themselves. It was like a mischievous child with nothing to do, running about playing pranks everywhere.
True Lord Longxiang could not fathom the other party's intentions, but considering the Sea Race's many abnormal actions lately, he naturally dumped this black pot on their heads. After all, they were the side that had profited the most.
"I would not be surprised even if you were dead." Kongsang Lifeng's face was cold,