On the other side, Yang Zhenshan and Jian Guyun were negotiating with Wang Henglie and Sheng Youhuang, the atmosphere tense and heavy.
Wang Henglie was burly, with a bald head, a deep purple burn scar covering his left cheek, pupils in red gold color, and wore a sleeveless black robe exposing flame-like patterns on his arms.
At first glance, he seemed like a formidable warrior.
But in reality, he was a crafty old fox.
When Yang Zhenshan proposed for peace, Wang Henglie suddenly stood up, glaring fiercely at Yang Zhenshan, "Impossible!"
"Ten million spirit stones! You really dare to ask for such an exorbitant price!"
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
The overwhelming aura came crashing like a storm, putting considerable pressure on Yang Zhenshan.
However, Yang Zhenshan's expression remained unchanged.
Is ten million spirit stones a lot?
Well!
