Long Xiaoyao, You Don't Have That Much Clout

"Without my help, you wouldn't have been able to wipe out the entire Holy Spirit Cult so easily," Long Xiaoyao replied unhurriedly.

Although he didn't think his current self could cause Jiang Yuheng any trouble, he was still a veteran Limit Douluo.

As the Holy Spirit Cult's chief enshrined worshiper, he still held considerable influence.

"So? You think your reputation and prestige in the Holy Spirit Cult can help me now?"

"That's an interesting idea. Tell me, what do you want me to help you with?" Jiang Yuheng neither evaded the matter nor refused.

He wanted to see what kind of nonsense this chief enshrined worshiper could come up with.

Long Xiaoyao spoke with utmost seriousness. "Death God Douluo, you've met her before, right?"

"My request is that you spare her. Even if I have to trade my life for hers, please don't involve her in the battles to come."

Jiang Yuheng was rarely caught off guard, but he soon burst into laughter.

"I thought it was some great request. So it's this, is it?"

Hearing his tone, Long Xiaoyao had initially thought there might be hope.

But the change that followed left him completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Yuheng spoke coldly. "How foolish, Long Xiaoyao. Do you think you're worth that price in my eyes?"

"Not to mention whether you, a Limit Douluo, can defeat me. Even if the two of you fought me together, the only outcome would be death!"

"Besides, Ye Xishui killed so many innocent civilians. You think one request is enough to make me spare her? What are you, Buddha, or some legendary deity capable of resurrecting the dead?"

"The answer is obvious. You're neither. You're simply acting out of selfishness, unwilling to accept reality. You think that because you have this ability, you can bargain with