All the Blue Silver King's vines trembled violently at the same instant.
It was not excitement, but fear—the instinctive shudder of a living creature facing absolute power. More than eighty thousand years of cultivation had made it fully aware of the terror of the human before it.
Nine Soul Rings, the last one a hundred-thousand-year red ring.
The human features on the Blue Silver King's face swiftly shed their hostility. Its vines relaxed, and the surrounding Blue Silver Grass bent low as well.
"Great Title Douluo." The Blue Silver King's tone was respectful, humble, and fearful. "The Blue Silver Clan welcomes your arrival."
Yang Xing withdrew his Soul Rings.
He extended his right hand and held the Blue Silver Emperor seedling before the Blue Silver King.
"I have come to make a trade."
Yang Xing spoke two words.
The Blue Silver King froze.
"I want the most gifted direct descendant of a Blue Silver King from your clan," Yang Xing said unhurriedly. "In exchange, I will give you this Blue Silver Emperor seedling."
Joy appeared on the Blue Silver King's human face.
The Blue Silver Emperor's presence would bring a qualitative transformation to the entire Blue Silver Clan's bloodline.
But its joy lasted only two or three seconds.
The Blue Silver King had lived for tens of thousands of years, and it quickly understood.
Trading a Blue Silver King for a Blue Silver Emperor—there was no way a human would make such a losing bargain. His purpose could not be simple.
The Blue Silver King restrained its delight, its vines swaying lightly.
"Your Excellency... forgive Blue Silver King's boldness. Why do you require a descendant of my Blue Silver King lineage? If you merely need a spiritual treasure of the Blue Silver Grass type... Blue Silver King itself can serve