"Ransom and war reparations?" The Jade Scale Dragon King glanced into the void, still unable to determine Ye Zhen's direction.
"As for ransom, I understand that. If the princes and nobles of your Great Zhou are captured, they can use ransom to buy back their freedom and lives. That is also a tradition of the Primordial Continent!
"But war reparations, I do not understand. Whether in Great Zhou, the North Sea Aquatic Race, or the Primordial Continent, I have never heard of such a thing as war reparations!" said the Jade Scale Dragon King.
In truth, with the Jade Scale Dragon King's experience, the moment he heard the four words "war reparations," even if he had never heard them before, he understood their meaning and what Ye Zhen intended. He was merely playing dumb while fully aware.
The Primordial Continent had seen countless wars, but before this, Great Zhou had pursued an iron-blooded policy: destroy whoever could be destroyed. As for so-called war reparations, they would simply come and take them themselves.
Those who could not be destroyed were also confident enough to reject war reparations even after defeat—for example, the Devil Race, the Four Seas Aquatic Race, and the Demon Race.
As for the Barbarian Race, they were as stubborn as oxen. You Great Zhou killed so many of our kin, and you still want war reparations? Go dream your spring-and-autumn dream.
Even if I have to seek refuge with someone else, I will never submit!
In the end, the Barbarian Race had directly thrown themselves into the Devil Race's embrace.
Ye Zhen now held the Jade Scale Dragon King by the lifeline, and he did not care about any of that.
"Since there has never been such a thing before, then today, I, Ye, shall create the first