"Make sure you remember this well, Fellow Daoist."
The ancient figure chuckled. Naturally, he had no idea that when Battle Ancestor said he would remember, he meant writing it down in a recipe book.
"The current situation is extremely unfavorable for your Thirty-Three Heavens, Fellow Daoist. How about this? As long as you hand over one person, this ancestor can decide to give your realm the victory in the sixth battle."
The ancient figure made this proposal, and only Battle Ancestor could hear those words.
"Oh? Who do you want?" Battle Ancestor knowingly asked.
"Dao Wushuang!"
The ancient figure said, "As long as you hand him over, forget the sixth battle—even the victory of the entire second match can be given to your Thirty-Three Heavens!"
"Dao Wushuang?" Battle Ancestor looked at the ancient figure with a smile that was not quite a smile. "Do you think this old man doesn't know what scheme you're plotting?"
The ancient figure said earnestly, "Having reached our level, both sides indeed know full well what the other wants to do. But knowing is one thing; whether you can stop it is another."
"Fellow Daoist, hand him over, and the Thirty-Three Heavens can still sleep with a high pillow for many years. This deal is very worthwhile."
Battle Ancestor smiled without warmth. "And what about after those many years?"
The ancient figure said, "What happens many years from now will not be decided by you or me. Why think so far ahead? Wouldn't it be better to resolve the trouble before us first?"
Battle Ancestor shook his head. "You people do not yet count as trouble. If you launched a massive offensive, this old man might have a bit of a headache. As for now, hehe..."
The ancient figure narrowed his eyes, his tone threatening.