"Compensation?"
Xu Le ignored her puzzled expression and stated his demands:
"The Red Moon Holy Temple must hand over all technology, documents, and materials in its major libraries, secret repositories, and forbidden grounds to Zion for copying. The originals will remain in Zion, while the Red Moon Holy Temple will take back copies and rubbings."
"Uh..."
Bai Ya wanted to interrupt and say that was impossible, but Xu Le still paid her no heed and continued:
"Second, all places of learning in the Red Moon Holy Temple must open to Zion unconditionally. Zionites will have unrestricted freedom of movement throughout the region. The Red Moon Holy Temple's laws shall not govern Zionites. If a Zionite commits a crime, Zion's laws will naturally punish them. Third, the Red Moon Holy Temple must share its intelligence with Zion unconditionally. We have the right to demand any information we want from the Red Moon Holy Temple. The Red Moon Holy Temple may not refuse. Those are my terms for now. Whether you agree is up to you."
As Xu Le laid out his terms, many of the Red Moon Holy Temple's elderly warlocks were already struggling to contain themselves.
How was a treaty like this any different from those humiliating, treasonous treaties of ancient times that surrendered national sovereignty?
"The Red Moon Holy Temple absolutely will not, and cannot, agree to such a completely unequal, unreasonable treaty. Kill me if you have the guts. There are over a hundred warlocks in this conference room, including over forty Legendary Warlocks. You may be powerful, but that doesn't necessarily mean you can kill us all."
Splat!
The instant the man finished speaking, his head burst apart.
Blood mist sprayed through the conference room, yet no one dared dodge it at that moment or make any