Xu Jiawei watched the Black-Robed Bishop, who had remained silent throughout, without the slightest patience to wait for him to consult his superiors.
He laid out the real price he had come to demand.
"I don't need your Holy Cult sending useless small fry to make up the numbers. Deploy three Titled Douluo directly and have them coordinate with my forces to purge Minghuang Academy."
The Black-Robed Bishop stood without responding. The eerie green glow beneath his hood flickered uncertainly, betraying his deep apprehension.
This demand far exceeded anything he had the authority to approve.
He was merely a Soul Saint who had just entered the seven-ring realm. Faced with a grand sect undertaking involving the deployment of multiple Titled Douluo, one that might even spark an all-out war, he had no right to so much as interject.
Seeing his indecision, Xu Jiawei could not be bothered to waste more words. He simply gave a contemptuous snort.
"If you gutter rats want to stand by and watch a Titled Douluo with a Holy Angel martial soul rise to trample over your heads, then take your time weighing the pros and cons."
Leaving that warning behind, Xu Jiawei did not linger for a moment. He turned and strode away down the dark passage he had come through.
He did not spare the branch leader so much as another glance.
What a joke.
He was the emperor who wielded the power of the Star Luo Empire. Others knelt and waited desperately for him to speak, not the other way around. Why should he stand here waiting for some Evil Soul Master lackey to report to his superiors?
He understood those Evil Soul Masters' Achilles' heel better than anyone in the world.
Those lunatics who fancied themselves gods would never allow a born