After speaking, Yan Ya added, "If Fellow Daoist is still not satisfied, then we can only fight to the death. I may not be your match, Fellow Daoist, but I can still destroy those things before I die. How you choose is yours to decide!"
He would not beg bitterly for someone to spare his life. Since the other party had appeared here, many things were already plain to see. Blindly begging for mercy would only make the other party push their luck, especially the Blood Race, renowned for their greed!
Lowering one's stance appropriately while holding firm to one's final bottom line—this was the proper way for figures like them to deal with one another.
Lu Ye's thoughts turned. The situation was clear now. The other party had mistaken him for a Blood Race cultivator and assumed he had come here to fight over something. He had three spoils here and was willing to give up as many as two in exchange for Lu Ye sparing him!
As for what exactly those spoils were, Lu Ye did not know, but he could roughly guess.
Then again, were the Blood Race and Insect Race actually allies? That was rather strange. But on second thought, neither race was anything good. Both loved invading and plundering others' realms. Birds of a feather flocked together; the stench of one kind drew the same kind.
If Yan Ya had not mentioned the three spoils, Lu Ye would certainly have raised his saber and cut him down already. But now that he had a guess, he could not let the other party pull him into mutual destruction.
So he said flatly, "Fine."
Yan Ya finally let out a breath. What he feared most was this Blood Race cultivator not caring at all. Then he truly