"Hmph." Shanzhong Yang snorted coldly. Pale yellow light appeared across his blue stone body, followed by wisps of pale golden Sacred Qi winding around him.
After so many days, Fang Yun had finally found a set of Spirit Bones. How could he agree? "Emperor Fire Luo, you are mistaken. You are an Emperor; these mere incomplete Fourth Realm Spirit Bones are of little use to you. Besides, my friend Shanzhong Yang discovered them first. If you truly consider me an ally, why not let me have them? I will not let you lose out. I am willing to exchange a Half-Sage's bone for them. You know perfectly well that outside this valley, a Half-Sage's bone is more precious than the Spirit Bones of a Fourth Realm Great Demon King."
"These Spirit Bones are useless to me, but they are useful to the juniors who entered the Burial Saint Valley with me. As for a Half-Sage's bone..." Fire Luo glanced at the War Poem Generals and the sack behind Fang Yun, then continued, "Leaving aside the enormous amount of Sacred Qi needed to store things in a seashell, once you have enough Spirit Bones, Half-Sage bones are there for the taking in the Burial Saint Valley."
Fire Luo covertly observed the two Mountain Saint Spirits. The flames around his body stirred slightly, betraying his impatience.
The Fire Race had always been hot-tempered.
Fang Yun smiled calmly. "The Hellfire has yet to appear. Our two races should not fight. If word spreads that a dignified Emperor of the Fire Race turned against the Human Race over the Spirit Bones of a Fourth Realm Great Demon King, you will become a laughingstock."
"The Fire Race does not fear idle gossip," Fire Luo said.
"So, Emperor Fire Luo, you refuse to yield?" Fang Yun