Abyssal Sage King's Unyielding Defiance unto Death?

"Since you've already made up your mind, Jiang, then do as you see fit."

The Old Plane Spirit pondered for a moment before slowly saying, "If you need any help, feel free to tell the few of us. Though we're old bones, we're still of some use."

"Senior Old Plane Spirit, you jest. At your age, you're in your prime to make a name for yourself."

Jiang Xiu hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile.

After all, there were truly few God Level powerhouses or above in the Douluo Plane now. He was still counting on the Old Plane Spirit and the others to continue contributing.

"Very well. Since you've already made your plans, we won't say anything more. You've just broken through to the God Realm, so you should also stabilize your cultivation."

The Old Plane Spirit smiled, then slowly rose to his feet.

Though he was now a second-level god, he could not see through Jiang Xiu. This feeling was not one of being crushed by cultivation—it came from an absolute disparity in their foundations.

"This junior will remember. Seniors, please take care."

Jiang Xiu gave them a respectful junior's salute.

Although he had now entered the God Realm, he did not possess the arrogance to look down on all things. He was especially grateful and respectful toward these seniors who had once helped him.

Before long, the Old Plane Spirit and the other two vanished from the room.

After pondering for a moment, Jiang Xiu turned and stepped into his Monarch Domain.

Within the Shadow Palace, Jiang Xiu sat high upon the throne as a mass of pitch-black Abyss Plane origin slowly appeared in his palm.

"Abyssal Sage King, stop playing dead. How about we make a deal?"

On the battlefield that day, Jiang Xiu