Xian Zhu smiled.
He replied, "Devil Master, from a certain perspective, we should be on the same front.
"The Sacred Court is our common enemy."
"That may be so, but even blood brothers settle their accounts clearly, don't they?" Xu Zimo replied.
"If you ask me, back in your era, if you had destroyed the Sacred Court, would there be so much trouble now?"
Xian Zhu replied regretfully.
"You clearly had the strength back then, yet you still spared them."
"The previous Devil Master," Xu Zimo murmured.
"In his eyes, the only enemy was that thieving old Heaven.
"As for the people of the Sacred Court, they were merely rats barely clinging to life beneath his hand.
"Would you care about a rat?"
"No, but rats can still ruin an entire pot of soup, can't they?" Xian Zhu smiled.
"Name your price!"
Xu Zimo knew that by price, he meant the Myriad Water Flow.
"You should understand that to your Fire Clan, this is an invaluable treasure," Xu Zimo said.
"But to you, it is worthless, isn't it?" Xian Zhu said.
Neither of them was willing to give ground.
But Xu Zimo was not anxious in the slightest.
Instead, he smiled and said, "Xian Zhu, Xian Zhu, your Spirit Awakening Clan should still have Spirit Awakening Stones, right?"
"No problem. I can give you one," Xian Zhu replied directly.
"Don't rush. I'm not finished yet," Xu Zimo said with a smile.
"I want ten drops of your Concrete True Blood."
"You really have the appetite of a lion. At most three drops. No more," Xian Zhu said directly.
Ten drops of Concrete True Blood.
That was equivalent to ten million years of his cultivation.
He had to cultivate bitterly for a million years just to produce a single drop of