Xiao Yan crossed his arms over his chest and looked expressionlessly at this bunch of humanoid creatures.
He had long seen through the true colors of the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan. They were a pack of feathered beasts that bullied the weak and feared the strong, spineless wretches who relied on their ancestors' legacy to secure a place in Zhongzhou. They cherished their lives when great matters were at hand, yet forgot all caution for petty gains. It was only because the Ancient Void Dragon Clan had yet to settle its own internal turmoil that the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan had the chance to bark so wildly here.
As for the Soul Hall—Xiao Yan had nothing more to say to them. The only answer he could give was simple: life or death.
"Xiao Yan, hand over eight Bodhi Seeds to the Hun Clan and the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan, and this matter can be overlooked."
After a moment of silence, Hun Yu's icy voice finally emerged slowly.
"You want them?"
Xiao Yan raised his brows and smiled faintly. It seemed there were still people who had not woken up today.
He had never done anything so foolish as aiding his enemies. If it were for his friends, no matter how much he had to give, Xiao Yan would do so willingly. But someone wanted to snatch them from his hands by force? That was nothing but a fool's dream.
Besides, how could Bodhi Seeds be compared to ordinary treasures? How many treasures in this world could directly increase a Dou Zun's chances of advancing to Dou Sheng?
They could even be used to refine Bodhi Pills. These eighth-tier medicinal pills, capable of drawing nine-colored pill lightning, were enough to drive countless experts at the Peak of Nine-Revolutions Dou Zun mad.