At the same time, within the independent space where sea and sky met in a single line, Chen Yang also met Blackwater Demon Lord.
"Southern Border Great Marsh, Zhe Banyou, greetings, fellow cultivator."
"Northwest Nameless Mountain, Chen Hua, greetings, fellow cultivator."
After the two exchanged greetings across the distance, Blackwater Demon Lord continued, "I had long heard that Vaulting Dragon Lord had a master of profound cultivation and exquisite Daoist arts behind him. Now that I have witnessed Fellow Cultivator Chen's bearing, I see that beneath a great reputation, there is indeed no hollow man. This old man truly admires you."
Chen Yang chuckled. "Heh, let's dispense with the pleasantries. That little snake of yours nearly took my disciple's life just now."
"So now that he is dead, that debt of blood has been repaid."
Blackwater Demon Lord tugged at the corner of his mouth, revealing an unattractive smile. "If fellow cultivator believes his life was not enough, you may name your price directly. So long as it can quell the anger in your heart, my Vast Sea Demonic Land will offer everything in its power."
"You old fish-head, you certainly talk big."
Chen Yang lifted his chin slightly, his expression carrying a touch of disdain. "With your Mystic Insight Late Stage cultivation, you would make a passable guard watching over a pond. In that Demon Soil of yours, do you really have any say?"
Blackwater Demon Lord was not angered by this. He merely gave a couple of dry chuckles, then flipped his hand and summoned a magical treasure shaped like a gemstone prism.
"Fellow cultivator speaks truly. With my cultivation and attainments, I can throw my weight around before those below me, but across the entire Demon Soil, before those great venerables, I carry little weight indeed."
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