She knew Ye Xuan was telling the truth. The control of the Life Brand was everywhere, and for now, endurance was the only way she could protect her clansmen.
"Ye Xuan, what exactly do you want?"
Tang San's voice was cold enough to pierce bone, his eyes filled with suppressed fury.
He knew he could not make a move now. He could only endure for the time being.
But he swore that the humiliation he suffered today, the pain he endured today, would one day be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold.
"Very simple." Ye Xuan smiled, his tone carrying a trace of amusement.
"I want you to give up the Asura God's inheritance and submit to me. If you agree, I can spare Bai Chenxiang, spare the Speed Clan, and even give you a chance to establish yourself in the Spirit Hall Empire. What do you think?"
"Wishful thinking!" Tang San roared, his eyes full of disdain.
"Even if I, Tang San, die, I will never submit to a shameless bastard like you!"
"Oh? Is that so?" Ye Xuan's smile gradually vanished, his gaze turning icy.
"Then don't blame me for being rude."
He suddenly raised a hand, grabbed Bai Chenxiang by the hair, and forcibly lifted her head.
Bai Chenxiang was forced to meet Tang San's gaze. Her once-lively eyes were now utterly hollow—no pain, no pleading, only a deathly stillness, as though she were looking at a stranger.
"Tang San, look carefully. This is the sister you wanted to protect. If you don't agree to my terms, I'll destroy her right now."
"Not only that, I'll make the members of the Speed Clan die before your very eyes, one by one. I'll make you watch as your loved ones and friends pay a terrible price for your stubbornness."