A hundred Dao Divine Weapons and a thousand Celestial Spirit Stones—that was no small sum.
If they agreed, it would amount to ten years of profits for the Heng Province Alliance. How many of the alliance's higher-ups would feel discontented? How many disciples would grow resentful? Most importantly, once they agreed to Alliance Leader Zhang, it would mean the Heng Province Alliance had bowed its head and would become a laughingstock among the other provincial alliances.
But if they refused, how could Alliance Leader Zhang—a Dao God Realm expert reputed to be the strongest in the Eternal Devil Sect—possibly let the Heng Province Alliance off easily?
Especially since Alliance Leader Zhang had little time left to live. He had neither wife nor children, no ties holding him back. Once he decided to drag a few people down with him and slaughter his way through the Heng Province Alliance, none of the guardians present—not one—would be able to escape his grasp.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, Vice-Alliance Leader Wu's face darkened.
The Heng Province Alliance's guardians throughout the hall seethed with anger, glaring viciously at Alliance Leader Zhang. Some even shouted, "The Lian Province Alliance is far too overbearing! You demand a hundred Dao Divine Weapons and a thousand Celestial Spirit Stones at the drop of a hat. Do you know what kind of fortune that is?"
"Rather than hand over that fortune, you might as well kill us!"
"Vice-Alliance Leader Wu, don't agree! I'd like to see what this old bastard can do to us!"
Several Heng Province Alliance guardians roared furiously.
"Old bastard?" Alliance Leader Zhang heard those three words. His aged, wrinkled face turned toward a guardian in the third row, who had been the one to say them. Alliance Leader Zhang immediately clenched his