"Ha ha ha!"
"True Monarch Tushan, your name is Tushan, right?"
The eldest of the Golden Winged Demon Lords laughed heartily, looking exceedingly bold and forthright. "You have done very well. So long as you join our Ten Thousand Demon Valley, glory and wealth, Natural Treasures, Pills for Breaking Stages, and more will all be yours for the asking."
"Even if you wish to break through Nascent Soul in the future and reach an even higher realm, that may not be impossible, so long as you render great merit."
"Our Demon Race embraces all rivers and accepts all races; there is nothing it does not contain. You must understand that the human race is also one of the myriad races, no different from us."
Unlike when they faced True Monarch Xufang, his five old brothers did not sneer mockingly. Instead, they watched with extraordinarily friendly smiles.
"Ha ha ha..."
"You really think anyone would believe your nonsense?"
True Monarch Xufang spat blood, staining the robes over his chest red. Coughing, he mocked, "Beyond Nascent Soul? You feathered beast, let alone you—even if your royal clan's ancestor rendered merit as vast as the heavens, what could he do?"
"The moment he dared covet even the slightest bit of it, he would immediately die without rhyme or reason."
"Friend..."
"Tushan..."
Both sides traded barbs, each doing everything possible to win something over.
All for that one sword.
"Quiet."
Jiang Ding said softly.
For some reason, the instant his words left his mouth, both the Nascent Soul True Lords and Demon Lords shut their mouths, almost instinctively.
They looked at one another and saw each other's pupils contract.
The air fell silent.
"Golden One."
Jiang Ding did not care what the other was actually called. Pointing at a Golden Feather Bird Demon who