"Compensation?!" Di Feng was dumbfounded.
He almost thought he had misheard.
What the other party wanted was Golden Crow essence blood—and five drops in one go!
With his current cultivation at the eighth rank of True Immortal, refining a single drop of natal essence blood would require five hundred years of arduous cultivation before he could recover his vitality.
Five drops? That would be enough to damage his foundation and might even cause his realm to regress!
"When we fought, there was no mention of any compensation!" Di Feng roared.
"So what if it wasn't mentioned?
Why do you think I showed you mercy?
If you're unwilling to give it, take one sword strike from me, and you can forgo the compensation."
As Su Hao spoke, he took out the World Annihilation Sword.
The ancient, jet-black blade bore no flowing radiance, yet an aura of destruction that seemed to freeze even the void spread from it.
Di Feng's pupils abruptly contracted as he stared fixedly at the sword.
Even without being activated, the sharp sword intent naturally emanating from it made his soul ache and his skin turn cold.
This sword needed no divine ability to augment it; it alone was enough to cleave through his Golden Crow true form!
Di Feng could no longer maintain his composure. After hesitating, he said, "Giving you five drops of essence blood isn't impossible, but you must promise me that as long as you're willing to regard Di Han as family, I'll give you the essence blood!"
"Cut the nonsense. Hand it over."
Su Hao held out his hand. Even though this essence blood had been prepared for Di Han—
A defeated opponent had no right to demand an explanation from him.
"If you don't agree, I'll never give you my essence blood!"