The Kun Family's Third Prince!

Hearing Luo Youleng say this, the Holy Lord of Mystic Light could not help but burst into tears. He pounded the ground and said:

"How could our dignified Mystic Light Sacred Land send you, our Holy Maiden, away like fish on a chopping board?"

The ten great elders also shouted:

"We will never accept such utter humiliation!"

"Holy Maiden, at worst, we shall live and die together!"

Luo Youleng bit her cherry lips tightly and said through tears:

"Holy Lord, Elders, we are weaker than them now. We can only swallow our pride and seek compromise!"

"Do not forget that our Sacred Land still has three to four million disciples. Must we simply watch helplessly as they are slaughtered?"

Before the Holy Lord of Mystic Light and the others could reply, Xiahou Li burst into laughter and clapped his hands.

"What a loving and righteous Holy Maiden. Wouldn't it have been better if you had said so earlier?"

Luo Youleng clenched her jade-like fists. "So you agree?"

"Do you think you still have the right to negotiate terms with me?"

Xiahou Li curled his lips, his face full of arrogance.

"When we of the Kun family act, there are only two outcomes: first, obedience; second, destruction!"

"I am sure you have heard of what happened to the Xiushui Sect back then. Those hundred-odd thousand female cultivators refused the toast only to drink the forfeit, and our Second Prince devoured them all in a single night, spitting out snowy-white bones that blanketed the mountain peaks."

"Now that your Mystic Light Sacred Land has touched the reverse scale of our Kun family, there is only one outcome: destruction! Neither you nor your younger sister will escape!"

As he spoke, his figure shot up, and he viciously slapped his palm toward Luo Youleng.