Upon hearing the God of Conspiracy's terms, Sui Xiong refused without a moment's thought.
"Don't joke around! If I ever got the chance, I'd beat you to death myself. And you want me to avenge you? What nonsense!"
The God of Conspiracy did not get angry. He merely chuckled and said, "Don't worry. Whoever wants my life is certainly no good soul. As you keep growing stronger, sooner or later, you'll probably end up facing them. All I ask is that after you defeat them, you don't spare them just because they surrender, as you did with the War Pantheon. You must kill them. That is all."
Sui Xiong still shook his head. "No! I can't agree to terms like that. No one can predict the future. Maybe they'll turn over a new leaf, or maybe I'll have some major exchange of interests with them... Besides, let me be honest with you: you're not exactly trustworthy. I don't particularly believe what you say. Even if you were staring death in the face, I'd still worry that you might set me up one last time before you died. So I won't agree to any conditions from you."
After saying that, he smiled, paused, then added carelessly, "I know you must have plenty of treasures, or some secret intelligence. But none of that is indispensable to me. It's not worth taking the risk of being stabbed in the back by you at the very moment of your death just to make some deal."
The God of Conspiracy had clearly expected this. He said bluntly, "The inheritance left behind by the Goddess of Life is said to have originally belonged to the Lord of Supreme Good—a supreme treasure containing the mysteries of great divine power. Don't tell me you aren't interested in that