"What?!"
At these words, Jieyin and Zhunti turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with disbelief and fury.
The Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit was the Western Religion's supreme guardian treasure, the very foundation that anchored its fortune!
If they handed it over, the Western Religion's already meager fortune would suffer frost atop snow, and they might even risk losing their Sage Seats.
And being forbidden from setting foot in the east for ten Yuanhui would outright sever their hopes of heading east to scrounge for resources and convert disciples.
It would be tantamount to locking the Western Religion forever within that barren land, leaving it no chance to rise again!
"Fellow Daoist Dijiang, your demands are far too excessive!"
Jieyin forced down his fury, his voice trembling slightly. "The Twelfth-Grade Golden Lotus of Merit is the foundation upon which our Western Religion was established. We cannot possibly surrender it! As for staying out of the east for ten Yuanhui... that would cut off our Western Religion's path to survival!"
"If you insist on this, then we brothers can only fight you today until the fish dies and the net breaks!"
Zhunti gritted his teeth as well. Though terrified, with their religion's guardian treasure and future at stake, he could only steel himself and fight to the bitter end.
"Until the fish dies and the net breaks?"
Dijiang could not help scoffing, undisguised contempt flashing in his eyes.
"You two worthless fools don't even dare bring out your treasures, yet you think you're fit to threaten me with that?"
"Since you refuse the toast and choose the penalty wine, this emperor will oblige you!"
Boom!
Before Dijiang's words had faded, the terrifying aura of a Primordial Daluo Golden Immortal erupted once more.
He used neither the Pangu Banner nor the God-Slaying