Gui Hong's Thoughts

"What do you mean by this?!"

Gui Hong bristled, his eyes turning bloodshot as he slammed a hand viciously onto the table.

He felt as though he had misheard. This man had opened his mouth and demanded medium-grade divine stone mines—and two of them at that!

"That's not what you said before!" Gui Hong roared.

He felt deeply insulted.

At first, he had been more inclined to submit to the Titan Clan. He had even considered persuading Mu Qing, since the Black Tortoise Starfield had no patron now. Joining the Titan Clan's camp would not be a bad choice.

Moreover, the price of ten low-grade divine stone mines per year was not unacceptable. The high-grade racial starfields under the Titan Clan also had to hand over that amount annually.

But this fellow before him had arrived acting incomparably arrogantly. He had killed one of Gui Hong's subordinates, then raised the original demand of ten low-grade divine stone mines to two medium-grade divine stone mines. He was blatantly hiking the price on the spot—he had clearly come looking for trouble.

"What? Not satisfied?" The Titan Clan man sneered. Throwing his weight around, he shouted, "Then make it three medium-grade divine stone mines!"

He was clearly only at the peak of the Heavenly God Realm, far inferior to Gui Hong, yet at this moment, it was as if their cultivation levels had been reversed. He pressed forward aggressively, utterly unafraid of Gui Hong.

That was where his confidence came from. With the Titan Clan behind him, he had no reason to fear an early-stage Divine Emperor like Gui Hong.

After all, he had already reached the peak of the Heavenly God Realm and was only days away from breaking through to the Divine Emperor Realm. Perhaps he would restrain himself somewhat before