In the eyes of the Seven Elders, all matters under heaven sought nothing more than profit.
All under heaven bustled for profit.
All under heaven jostled for profit.
They admitted defeat in this matter.
So what if they lost face?
After all, Xu Zimo's strength was too great—so great that he had completely crushed them into submission.
As far as they were concerned, they had received far too little information about Xu Zimo this time.
They had no idea where such a fierce man had suddenly emerged from.
Their Cloud Tower had not suffered such a devastating loss in a very long time.
It was as though the entire Yan Chi Dynasty's martial power dimension was only at level one.
While Xu Zimo's martial power dimension stood at level ten.
From the dimension itself, he had utterly crushed them.
Unfortunately, the Seven Elders had guessed wrong this time.
Xu Zimo did not care about the benefits they spoke of in the slightest.
To him, they held no attraction whatsoever.
After all, what ants regarded as treasure was no more valuable than broken copper and rotten iron in the eyes of a true powerhouse.
If an ordinary martial cultivator found Divine Skill Secret Manuals, they would regard them as treasures.
But in Xu Zimo's eyes, what difference was there between Divine Skill Secret Manuals and broken copper and rotten iron?
It was the same principle.
Thus, when the Seven Elders wanted to use benefits to bring this matter to an end—
Xu Zimo smiled.
He recalled a very classic saying.
"Do you think you are more important to me, or are benefits more important?"
he asked.
The Seven Elders looked at one another.
They did not understand what Xu Zimo meant by suddenly asking such a question.
Someone cautiously said, "Of