"One hundred drops are too few—not enough for this King's consumption. Add more!" At last, the Southern Barbarian Divine King let out an unwilling growl.
For the Southern Barbarian Divine King, who had once been unrivaled in ancient times, this was simply a humiliation. In his old world, enemies either submitted or were slaughtered!
Haggling so humbly as he was now was simply impossible.
Fortunately, there was a soundproof barrier, so Yi Lie and the other four Southern Barbarian Battle Spirits could not hear him. Otherwise, the Southern Barbarian Divine King would likely have gone berserk!
As the former Southern Barbarian Divine King, he still cared about his dignity.
But circumstances were stronger than men!
The Southern Barbarian Divine King knew very well that if Ye Zhen kept this up, his only path would be to fall dormant once more!
For someone who had already slept for tens of thousands of years, slumber had become the most terrifying punishment.
It was no different from prison!
He had already slept for tens of thousands of years. That was long enough!
"At most, one hundred drops. Not one more!" Ye Zhen held up a finger. "Besides, if I recall correctly, when the Southern Barbarian tribes under your command were at their peak, you only received a share of around a thousand drops of the Power of All Beings each year, didn't you?"
"Nonsense! At my peak, this King could receive up to eighteen hundred drops a year..." The Southern Barbarian Divine King spoke in anger, then immediately realized he had let something slip.
"There you have it. Back then, you had hundreds of millions of Southern Barbarian subjects under you, yet only received a little over eighteen hundred drops a year. Where would I get so much Power of All Beings?" Ye