Ye Xiaotian naturally heard the boasting and condescension in the other party's words.
That was precisely why his Heavenly Baleful Valley would rather develop on its own than attach itself to any Sacred Sect.
He, Ye Xiaotian, was a ruthless overlord, not some house dog willing to become another man's lackey. He wanted cooperation, to stand as an equal, not to be treated as a pawn others could order around at will!
Had the Thousand Sects Alliance not pushed him too far and behaved so disgustingly, he would never have lightly called in these favors and invited these Sacred Sect representatives, whose eyes sat atop their heads.
But now that he had thrown everything on the line, there was no turning back!
Today, he had to devour the Thousand Sects Alliance's flesh and drain their blood before the hatred in his heart could be appeased!
At that thought, a vicious glint flashed through Ye Xiaotian's eyes. He raised his hand, ready to order the entire army to accelerate, determined to reach the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits within four hours and catch the enemy off guard!
Just then, however, a disciple of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, the Heavenly Baleful Valley's Intelligence Hall, came running up breathlessly with a Message Transmission Talisman in his hands.
"Report! Valley Master! The enemy... the enemy has sent a message!"
"A message?"
Ye Xiaotian's thick brows shot up. With a beckoning gesture, the Message Transmission Talisman in the disciple's hands turned into a streak of light and flew into his palm.
He sank his divine sense into it, took one glance, and froze on the spot.
"Five million spirit stones?"
Was the Thousand Sects Alliance really that fucking poor?
*A measly five million spirit stones, and they actually had the nerve to name that sum