"Fuck!"
He stiffened his neck, gritted his teeth, and hardened his heart, then took out two more blank Message Transmission Talismans and recorded a fresh message.
A bone-breaking discount... five million spirit stones!
That was his final bottom line!
His last gamble!
They could fucking take it or leave it!
If they refused, he would kill the hostages and run!
At worst, he could find another similar trial ground later, return to his old trade, and pull off another fucking big job!
After all, these old hands were too fucking shrewd. This was his first time crossing swords with them, and he had a stinking bitch in the middle who accomplished nothing and ruined everything. It was understandable that he had taken a tumble.
And so, Fang Yuan and Xiao Zhang once again tremblingly sent out the two ransom messages bearing the bone-breaking price of "five million spirit stones."
Meanwhile, outside the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits, the two great alliances had already finished all their preparations for the attack amid heated discussions.
Of course, aside from their tactics, they had also clearly arranged how to divide the spoils of victory afterward.
The Thousand Sects Alliance had made the most thorough arrangements.
At that moment, the invited representatives of the Sacred Sects were grinning so broadly their mouths were almost crooked.
In their eyes, the demons across from them had been scared shitless upon learning that the Emperor Pavilion stood behind their side, and had completely lost their nerve.
This was hardly a battle. They had practically come to pick up money and fame for free!
Among the crowd, only Bing Ningyue, Palace Master of the Mystic Ice Palace, still had deep worry in her beautiful eyes.
Qin Ruoxue actually knew nothing of her own origins, much less that