Tense Negotiations

In the Great Golden Hall, bronze-cast walls, a few dim candles, and the shroud of the black night made the place exceptionally gloomy. This only further highlighted Jade Warlord's dark, oppressive expression. Especially those pitch-black panda eyes of his—if one did not look closely, one would not even realize he had eyes at all.

Yin Kuang bore Jade Warlord's overwhelming pressure with a smile, constantly hypnotizing himself inwardly: *Panda eyes aren't scary! Panda eyes are nothing compared to Sun Wukong! *Oddly enough, it really worked. Yin Kuang maintained his smile as he stared Jade Warlord straight in the eye.

Jade Warlord gave a sinister laugh. "You've got quite the nerve! Aren't you afraid of death?" Yin Kuang smiled. "Of course I'm afraid of death. But sometimes the world is strange: the more afraid you are of dying, the faster you die. Those who aren't afraid of death, on the other hand, live perfectly well. So, Jade Warlord, are you afraid of death? Or aren't you?"

Jade Warlord's expression froze. Then, angered, he clawed at the air. The sabers, spears, swords, and halberds along the left side of the hall flew up and hovered in the air, every sharp edge aimed at Yin Kuang. Jade Warlord said, "You certainly know how to talk. But do you believe that with a single thought, I could make you die a miserable death?"

No matter how terrible Jade Warlord's character might be, he was still a god, while Yin Kuang was ultimately mortal. Even at his peak, Yin Kuang had at most a thirty percent chance of defeating Jade Warlord—and no chance at all of killing him. Not to mention that he was now burdened with the super-heavy Ruyi Jingu Bang. If those weapons truly flew at him, Yin Kuang would undoubtedly die. To