I am a true member of the Sword Clan. I possess the Burial Emperor Sword and can manifest the Burial Emperor Battlefield. Only I can send people into the Sword-Refining Extreme Prison without them dying.
Only by obtaining me can you obtain everything you desire.
But my condition remains the same: protect the Feather Alliance Hall from harm at the hands of the Spirit Race. Otherwise, there is nothing to discuss.
That was Sikong Jing's complete reply to Yu Xianpo.
And he had not deceived him. By and large, everything was true and reliable; he had merely concealed the existence of the Sword Clan man and woman, concealed himself and Su Yuexi, as well as the vast amount of sinister yin spirit energy.
"Ha, hahahaha..."
Abruptly, Yu Xianpo threw back his head and laughed again. "You even told me that most of the sinister yin spirit energy was taken away by the Spirit Race, telling me to go rob the Spirit Race—forcing me to become enemies with them, wasn't that it?"
The amount of sinister yin spirit energy within those few bamboo slips was too little. It was not enough for someone of Yu Xianpo's level to gain much from it.
To obtain more sinister yin spirit energy, he would have to go seize it from the Spirit Race.
The Feather Transformation Emperor's entire body shook violently once more. Sikong Jing had silently and stealthily dug a pit for Yu Xianpo.
"Yes."
Sikong Jing still answered head-on, though his heart pounded furiously. Yu Xianpo truly was an old monster.
He had seen through so many things, but it did not matter.
As long as the sinister yin spirit energy inside the skull was not discovered, as long as Yuexi's Purple Night Mystic Jade evil-energy space was not discovered, then Yu