"Hahahaha!"
"Tu Shan True Lord, your name is Tu Shan, right?"
The eldest of the Golden-Winged Demon Lords laughed heartily, looking utterly bold and forthright. "You have done very well. So long as you join our Ten Thousand Demons Valley, glory and wealth, heavenly treasures, and pills for breaking through realms will all be yours for the taking."
"Even in the future, if you wish to break through the Nascent Soul realm and reach an even higher realm, it may not be impossible so long as you render great merit."
"Our Demon Race embraces all rivers and contains all races; there is nothing it does not possess. You must know that the human race is also one of the myriad races, no different from us."
Unlike when they faced True Lord Xufang, his five old brothers did not sneer or mock. Instead, they watched with exceedingly friendly smiles.
"Hahahaha..."
"Do you really think anyone would believe your nonsense?"
True Lord Xufang spat blood, staining the robes over his chest red. Coughing, he sneered, "Above the Nascent Soul realm? You feathered beast, let alone you, even if the ancestor of your royal clan rendered merit towering enough to overturn the heavens, what could he do?"
"The moment he dared covet even the slightest bit, he would immediately die an inexplicable death."
"Friend..."
"Tu Shan..."
Both sides traded barbs, each doing everything possible to win something over.
All for that one sword.
"Quiet."
Jiang Ding said softly.
For some reason, the instant his words left his mouth, both the Nascent Soul True Lords and Demon Lords fell silent, almost as if by instinct.
They glanced at one another, each seeing the other's pupils contract.
The air became deathly still.
"Jin Yi,"
Jiang Ding did not care what the other party was called.