Demanding Compensation from the Ancient Emperor Clans

A Quasi-Sovereign had arrived. Who could contend with him? Even Great Saints could only lie dead at his feet, utterly unable to stand against Gai Jiuyou.

As long as the demands were not too excessive, they were willing to pay the price.

"My clan acted only because Saint Lord Jiang challenged Her Highness, leaving us no choice. We bear the Jiang Family no ill will and are willing to offer a supreme treasure to compensate you for your losses."

Great Saint Gan Lun spoke bitterly. If only he had known better than to join the commotion. The other Imperial Clans had all gone, so his clan had followed the crowd—only for a Quasi-Emperor to appear.

Several streaks of light crossed the skies of the Northern Region. Their occupants concealed themselves cautiously nearby, watching everything unfold.

The Imperial Clans wore grim expressions. They could not help feeling the sorrow of hares mourning a fallen fox. Was the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest about to disappear today?

It seemed the previous battle was not yet over. Every clan was trembling. Gai Jiuyou and the others had descended upon the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest; would one of their clans be next?

No one knew what Jiang Yun and his companions intended, but they suspected that was very likely. That was why they had come.

The Imperial Clans were also holding secret discussions. Anything could happen in this great era. Two Great Saints had already died that day; another Imperial Clan might perish in the future.

"What price can you pay?"

Jiang Yun spoke softly, but to the people of the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, his words sounded like music from heaven. As long as he did not attack, they were willing to give anything.

It was not that Jiang Yun was softhearted. Destroying them