"If you have doubts, Beast King, feel free to inspect the goods first! We of Dark Moon may not have the best reputation, but we still honor our word."
Yinshuang raised the ice crystal again, its dark red glow staining the space between her and the Swallowing-Heaven Python blood-red.
She said, "You should know better than I do how valuable the Fierce Beast Qiongqi's blood essence is to Demonic Beasts."
"The bloodline shackles of your Swallowing-Heaven Python clan have limited your potential. You have been stuck at the peak of SS-Rank for quite a few years now, haven't you, Beast King?"
"Although this drop of an ancient Fierce Beast's blood essence cannot let you break those shackles and reach a higher level, it is enough to purify your Swallowing-Heaven Python bloodline to a greater concentration."
"When that happens, even without advancing to the next realm, your strength will increase considerably, and you will even qualify to stand on equal footing with those Ancient Mutant Species."
"The Beast Tide at Linyuan City is merely a formality. You should know perfectly well whether this deal is a loss or a gain."
The eerie green light in the Swallowing-Heaven Python's slit pupils suddenly blazed brighter. Yinshuang's words had struck its deepest sore spot.
Demonic Beasts never evolved through the accumulation of time, but through leaps in the level of their bloodlines.
It had been SS-Rank three hundred years ago, and three hundred years later, it was still SS-Rank. No matter how much it devoured or cultivated, it could not advance even a fraction.
To it, the Fierce Beast Qiongqi's blood essence was undoubtedly an opportunity.
"I agree!" the Swallowing-Heaven Python finally said, its voice even deeper than before. "Three days from now, a Beast Tide will appear on the outskirts of Linyuan City.