"Not enough. If you agree to kill the Sky-Propping Demon King, then perhaps this can still be discussed. That beast once ambushed Wei Fan. If he does not die, Wei Fan will not let this rest!"
A vicious look surfaced on Wei Zhenwu's face.
Naturally, he knew he could not give the Demon Race a chance to catch its breath. But if he could fool the Xuanhe Sect Sacred Lord into killing the Sky-Propping Demon King, it would save him quite a bit of effort later.
"Dream on!"
Unfortunately, the Xuanhe Sect Sacred Lord was no fool. At present, the Demon Race likely had only him and the Sky-Propping Demon King left. If the Sky-Propping Demon King was killed as well, he would truly be left with one hand unable to clap.
"So you truly want both sides to perish together!" The Xuanhe Sect Sacred Lord stared fixedly at Wei Zhenwu as he began retreating.
Wei Zhenwu narrowed his eyes. "You want to leave? Do you think this is a place where you can come and go as you please?"
As he spoke, the Heavenly Desolate Halberd in his hand began flashing with light, as though the Sacred Weapon could revive at any moment.
The Xuanhe Sect Sacred Lord had no choice but to stop. "Wei Zhenwu, do not push people too far. The Dao Collapse may end within three or four years. You should know that the founder of my Xuanhe Sect was a Demon Saint who crossed over from the outside world, with a powerful background. If you dare destroy the Xuanhe Sect, once the Dao Collapse ends, the elders of my Xuanhe Sect in the outside world will certainly come to settle the score with you."
As the Sacred Lord of the Xuanhe Sect and a direct