Long Live the Grand President! The Grand President is Wise!

Situ Xuan glared, golden light flickering in his eyes. The radiance of Dawn Golden Eyes stabbed Chen Xinjie's eyes until they ached. His voice was as cold as shards of ice, every word laced with killing intent.

"Now you're trying to talk terms with me?"

Chen Xinjie gave an awkward laugh, rubbing his hands together as the wrinkles on his face bunched even deeper. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but when he saw Situ Xuan's icy eyes, he swallowed the words back down. He was too embarrassed to bring it up again. If he provoked this killing god and took a punch from him, whether his old bones could withstand it was another matter entirely.

He sighed, letting the fawning smile on his face fade a little and replacing it with a proper expression. But there was still a hint of slyness in his eyes, as if he were hatching some scheme. He cleared his throat and laid it all out, his voice earnest, carrying the sincerity of an old fox.

"Here's the thing. If we fight to the death, the ones who benefit will actually be other people. Why don't we turn hostility into friendship? If you want to be Grand President, then you can be Grand President. Anyone who opposes you, I'll deal with them for you—as long as you can spare these few useless wastes their lives. How about it?"

Situ Xuan raised an eyebrow, looking at this fellow who had gone from arrogant to deferential, and for a moment did not know what to say.

Was this the former number-one expert in the world, Chen Xinjie, whose reputation had been built up to near-mythical heights?

The Chen Xinjie who had challenged Shrek Academy and suppressed the seas with his strength alone?

The legendary