"If I wanted you to die, would you agree?" Chen Fan asked with a mocking smile.
Zacharias's expression changed, and he said seriously, "What do you mean by that?"
Chen Fan sneered. "Didn't you say you were willing to pay any price? The price is your death, and your sister's resurrection. Would you accept that?"
Everyone, Die
(Everyone, Die)
Zacharias's expression darkened. He did not know what Chen Fan meant—whether he was provoking him, speaking casually, or knew something.
"I'm not interested in your story. But you caused this kind of trouble in territory under my jurisdiction. No matter how I look at it, there's only one path for you: death," Chen Fan said, looking at Zacharias.
Zacharias forced an ugly smile. "You're not joking, are you? The Fourth True Ancestor is the most powerful God-slaying weapon. As long as we obtain the Fourth True Ancestor's power, we can establish a new empire. You can have anything you want—strength, status, fame, power, beautiful women, money, everything!" Hearing Chen Fan's words, Zacharias had no choice but to raise the stakes to tempt him.
Chen Fan smiled. "Those things may seem highly attractive to others, but to me, they're worthless."
"Then what do you want?"
"I want to take these girls away. They are not props, nor are they God-slaying weapons, nor are they tools to fulfill your ambitions. And of course, there's one more thing: you die," Chen Fan said to Zacharias.
Zacharias narrowed his eyes slightly, then spread his hands with a smile. "It seems the negotiations have broken down. Mr. Chen Fan has always wanted my life, and I cannot simply submit, so I can only apologize for what follows."
Clap! Clap! Zacharias clapped his hands.
Rattle, rattle!
People suddenly appeared around the railings of the previously empty floor—beastmen