In the next instant, an incomparably intense, murderous aura swept across the entire Starry Sky.
"What's going on? Haven't we already given them everything? Why are they still acting like this?"
Feeling the soaring killing intent from the other side, Li Changsheng looked puzzled.
"Uh... Young Master, Ye Lin said that the ten billion was only for the first day. Five hundred billion is needed for the second day, and one trillion for the third. We still owe him one trillion three hundred billion."
"If we don't pay, they'll declare war on us tomorrow."
The young man before him scratched his head helplessly. In an instant, Li Changsheng's expression, which had only just recovered, darkened once more. His hands suddenly clenched into fists, his face so grim it seemed water could drip from it.
This was going too far—far too far. It was simply outrageous.
"Hah. We won't pay. Let's see if he truly dares to do this tomorrow. If he really dares, then even if I die, I'll make him shed a layer of skin."
Li Changsheng casually waved a hand and turned to leave. Over a trillion? Bullshit.
Giving way once was enough. He could not yield again and again and again. Since Ye Lin was pushing his luck so relentlessly, he was even less likely to back down. If they had the guts, then let them come charging tomorrow.
Did Ye Lin really think Li Changsheng was made of clay?
After Li Changsheng left, the few remaining Buddhist Sect prodigies' eyes flickered incessantly. Li Changsheng refused to agree—what if the Qilin Clan truly came charging tomorrow?
They did not want to die at the hands of that terrifying group.
Those people were simply monsters, beyond all common sense.
"Won't agree? Fine. Qilin Clan, prepare for battle. We