Involving personal vendetta, there's no room for reasoning.
"To what extent do you wish to go?" Holding onto hope, Mao Rixing tried not to appear too weak.
Aunt Nineteen replied resolutely, "The life of the Winged Snake, and that Sword Cultivator, alive we must see the person, dead we must see the corpse."
Mao Rixing's gaze turned sharp. With such conditions, there was nothing more to negotiate. Even if it understood compromises, it wouldn't sacrifice the life of a valuable ally just to pacify things.
Among these Outer Space Demon Lords, its best aides were only two: a Ghost Sheep and a Winged Snake. Not solely because of their power, but also their high intelligence, unlike reckless ones. Now that the Ghost Sheep was gone, if the Winged Snake was also lost...
