On Heavenly Sword Peak, Lu Ye closed the book in his hand and looked up at Yun Qingyue. His gaze was calm, but his words were decisive. "Leave. I won't kill you. And while you're at it, tell your Divine Sea Realm cultivators this: as long as I, Lu, still live, I will visit the Spirit Stream Battlefield once every six months. Each time, I'll choose thirty sects from the Core Region and breach their camps."
As he spoke, he slowly rose to his feet and brought out his flying artifact. From the look of it, he seemed ready to set off at once.
Yun Qingyue was greatly alarmed and hurriedly called out, "Fellow Cultivator Lu, wait!"
"What else is there?" Lu Ye tilted his head at her.
There was no way he could agree to Myriad Demon Ridge's demand that he never set foot in the Spirit Stream Battlefield again. Although, after advancing to the Cloud River Realm, he truly had no need to return to the Spirit Stream Battlefield, nor could he use its people or affairs to threaten Myriad Demon Ridge in the future. Things could happen once or twice, but never a third time. Including this occasion, he had already extorted Myriad Demon Ridge twice. If there were a third time, Myriad Demon Ridge would surely no longer compromise and would likely fight Lu Ye to the death.
But whether or not he set foot in the Spirit Stream Battlefield was his own choice. Myriad Demon Ridge had no right to force that decision upon him.
If Myriad Demon Ridge insisted on this condition, then there was truly nothing left to discuss.
Looking at Lu Ye, Yun Qingyue felt utterly powerless. In the end, she let out a sigh. "Fellow Cultivator Lu, this can be discussed..."