"Du Xiang, bringing your tribe to Star Island in such force hardly looks like a social call."
"Of course it is a social call. Just hand him over, and I won't make things difficult for you. We can sit down for a cup of wine, and then I'll take my forces home."
"We have wine and meat for guests, blades and spears for jackals. Whatever you want, say it plainly!"
Du Xiang's arrogance and smugness kindled Xing Mu's anger, and he could no longer be bothered to play along.
"An honest man doesn't speak in riddles. Hand over that surviving remnant of the Haibei Tribe, and I, Du Xiang, will withdraw my men immediately. I won't touch a single blade of grass or tree on Star Island!"
Du Xiang spoke with imposing authority, his Dao Zun aura surging outward. Xing Mu abruptly felt its crushing pressure and nearly staggered and fell, only managing to hold on through gritted teeth.
"Du Xiang, you old scoundrel! We haven't even demanded Xing Yun back from you, yet you're already biting first like a vicious dog! Do you really think the Star Great Tribe fears you?"
Xing Mu roared through clenched teeth, unable to contain his fury.
"Heh, Xing Yun? I sent her to enjoy a life of luxury at the Kunling Sect. She's keeping the Qianyuan Sacred Land's Holy Son company right now. Who knows how much she's enjoying herself? You ought to thank me! Hahaha..."
"Du Xiang, you old scoundrel! You've gone too far! One day, we'll flay your skin and tear out your tendons!"
Bracing himself against the pressure, Xing Mu cursed furiously, the rage inside him nearly bursting his organs apart.
"Enough nonsense! If you don't hand him over, I'll wash your entire tribe in blood today!"
Du Xiang was