"Master, I'm really not deceiving you, I don't have an Earth Spirit."
The Old Ancestor of Mount Lao still hoped to bluff his way through, speaking with a face of grievances.
His heart was crystal clear; once admitted, the Earth Spirit would not be protected and would be taken away by Zhang Bin.
"It seems you wish to die."
Zhang Bin's gaze was icy cold as he stared intently at the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, his heart ablaze with furious anger.
He was busy day in and day out, working hard, expending so much effort and blood to deal with the Black Prison Star Battleship and alleviate Earth's crisis, yet there were bastards like the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao, selfish, ruthless, and unwilling to contribute even an Earth Spirit?
What's the use of the Earth Spirit in the hands of the Old Ancestor of Mount Lao?
It can only exhibit its miraculous uses in my Zhang Bin's hands.
Only then would I have confidence in dealing with the Black Prison Star Battleship.
