By then, as long as the Broken Sword did not protect the Human Race, their Demon Clan would be able to invade the Human Race without hindrance and smoothly destroy them.
Then he could make the Demon Clan rule the Primordial World, and he, Di Jun, would successfully become the overlord of the Primordial World he had always dreamed of.
By then, Di Jun would be second only to the Heavenly Dao and above all others! The entire Primordial World would belong to him, Di Jun. He could do whatever he wanted, and everything would come at his beck and call!
At that time, all living beings in the Primordial World would have to obey Di Jun's orders, including that damn Broken Sword!
Just thinking about it was wonderful...
As he thought this, Di Jun raised his eyes. They were filled with cunning and scheming as he spoke to the Broken Sword and began negotiating terms.
"Broken Sword, you are a dignified Saint. Why would you choose to protect such a group of ants? I truly feel it is beneath you!"
"But if you are willing to give up protecting the Human Race, cooperate with me, and join our Heavenly Dao faction, I can agree to any condition you name!"
"Truly, any condition!"
Afraid that the Broken Sword had not heard him clearly, Di Jun emphasized it again, his eyes full of calculation.
"Art thou trying to teach me what to do?"
The Broken Sword spoke coldly, its majesty intimidating without anger. Terrifying, frigid Sword Qi radiated from it, instantly cowing every living being of the Human Race.
How dare a mere Di Jun negotiate terms with him? Where had he gotten that courage? Hmph, was he even worthy?
He protected the Human Race naturally because it was his master's