"How could this happen?"
"Didn't Ancient Immortal Tower issue a challenge for a fair battle?!" Yu Shen roared at the heavens.
"Unfair!"
"Ancient Immortal Tower prides itself on fairness, yet it has done something so unfair."
"Unfair!"
The Netherworld faction aboard the giant vessel cried out in fervor.
They were indeed ants before a Three Flowers Dao Lord, indeed the weaker side, but they were not lambs waiting for slaughter, nor had they ever been cowardly. Even if they died, they would let the world see Ancient Immortal Tower's aristocratic clans for the ugly faces they truly wore.
A long howl rose from Ancient Immortal Tower.
The young cultivator shouted, "How is it unfair? What happened just now was battle. This is an elder's concern for his descendant. You are allowed to avenge your grievances—are we not allowed to avenge ours, to repay resentment with resentment?"
"Since this is revenge, naturally we use every bit of strength we possess. Who would step onto an arena with you for an absolutely fair battle?"
"Our Immortal Tower ancestor merely seeks to reclaim his grandson's soul. He has not even demanded that you admit defeat and hand over Patriarch Yuan Tong's divine soul as well. That is already mercy to the utmost."
"Hand over the soul, and there will be no clash of blades."
"Such favorable terms, yet you still fail to appreciate the kindness shown you!"
"You..." Yu Shen was beside himself with rage.
Wu Rong, seated upon the throne, laughed softly.
Not only Wu Rong laughed; even the evil ghost warhammer above the Soul Banner let out a rattling cackle.
Tu Shan Jun now somewhat understood why conditions in the history books that seemed to benefit both sides sometimes instead caused negotiations to collapse completely.
It was as though one side