"If you do not hand over the West Sea Dragon Seat, then the dragon race of my South Sea Dragon Palace will never retreat half a step!" Ao Tong cried, truly somewhat guilty at heart.
Xiao Hua listened, rubbed his nose, looked thoughtfully at Ao Tong, and nodded. "Mm, the South Sea Dragon King spoke well. If you do not satisfy this Xiao, this Xiao will absolutely not retreat half a step either!"
Hearing this, Ao Dou could not help but rejoice. He was not afraid of Xiao Hua naming a price; he was only afraid that Xiao Hua would refuse to name one! Ao Dou raised a dragon claw and laid down a soundproof barrier before asking, "Dragon Master Xiao, what conditions do you require before you will return the West Sea Dragon Seat to my West Sea Dragon Palace?"
When it came to haggling, Xiao Hua was not inferior to the Four Seas Dragon Palace in the slightest. He waved a hand openly and said, "There is no need to speak further of the Dragon Seat for now. Let us discuss how to have the Dongtian River Dragon race return first!"
"What?" Ao Tong nearly spat blood. He snapped, "Your hundreds of thousands of dragons came out and immediately demanded conditions. My South Sea Dragon Palace's dragon race laid down a grand formation—how should that be counted?"
"I never told you to lay down a grand formation. You brought that upon yourselves!" Xiao Hua answered without the slightest courtesy. "The Dongtian River Dragon race, meanwhile, was driven out by you. That was your fault."
"Then... what conditions does Dragon Master Xiao have?" Ao Dou was truly helpless and could only swallow his anger and ask.
"Simple..." Xiao Hua answered casually. "Metal-Wood Primordial Magnetism!"
"You... you..." Ao Tong trembled