"What are you saying?" A cold light flashed in City Lord Xuanqi's eyes. "By the rules, providing a lead earns you only one drop of ancestral blood and a piece of Immortal Gold. You dare open your lion's maw and demand so much?"
The Saint Spirit Race warriors nearby darkened at his words, killing intent flashing in their eyes.
One sneered, "That brat has finally been found. This time, we'll scatter his soul!"
"Exactly! How much effort have we spent hunting that despicable human? Now that he's finally fallen into our net, I'll tear him to pieces myself!"
"A mere human dares challenge the dignity of our Saint Spirit Race? If I meet him, I'll cut him into a thousand pieces!"
Resentment spilled from these Saint Spirit Race warriors' words. Every one of them wanted to find Jiang Zhu immediately and hack him to pieces.
Not only had months of endless searching left them exhausted, but Jiang Zhu had also stepped on their race to make his name among the other races, leaving every one of them humiliated.
That humiliation was branded into every Saint Spirit Race warrior's heart. The only way to wash it away was to erase Jiang Zhu completely!
Jiang Zhu's demand for three drops of Saint Spirit Ancestral Blood as payment for his information enraged everyone present.
"Take us there first. If your information is true, you'll receive your reward." The City Lord suppressed his anger and sneered.
Many of the Saint Spirit Race warriors looked scornful. They had never expected him to demand such a lavish reward from their race so openly. To them, it was nothing short of a fantasy.
They had received plenty of leads before, but the cultivators who provided that information all belonged to races subordinate to the Saint Spirit Race.