Hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu's expression instantly turned cold.
"I don't know who you are, nor am I interested in knowing who you are."
"But anyone who could make Yun Ya Zi lower his head was surely no ordinary person."
"Yet no matter how formidable you are, I, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu, refuse to buy what you're selling."
"If you have the ability, take my life. If I so much as furrow my brow, then I won't be called Nine-Headed Xiang Liu."
Faced with Nine-Headed Xiang Liu's utterly unyielding attitude, Chen Changsheng gave a cold laugh.
"After living all these years, I've met all kinds of people, but I've truly met very few who weren't afraid of death."
"Since you're so tough, then let's settle it with our hands."
Seeing the killing intent in Chen Changsheng's eyes, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu smiled faintly. "I won't fight you. If you insist on killing me, I won't fear you either."
"At our level, who doesn't have a few real tricks up their sleeve?"
"Today's meeting was very unpleasant. Please make yourselves at home."
With that, Nine-Headed Xiang Liu vanished from where he stood.
After Nine-Headed Xiang Liu left, Shui Yue stepped forward and asked, "Sir, does this count as a breakdown in negotiations?"
Hearing Shui Yue's question, Chen Changsheng grinned. "No, this is only the beginning."
"If Nine-Headed Xiang Liu were so easy to talk around, the Beast Race wouldn't have been at their wits' end for so many years."
"As Flying Dust Supreme's former contracted spiritual beast, he naturally had no reason to help us."
Receiving this answer, Shui Yue thought for a moment before saying, "Then what should we do now?"
"Talk to him slowly!"
"Sir may not be good at much else, but when it comes to talking people