"Conditions? Too late! We don't need your conditions now!"
Long Qingwan's voice suddenly turned icy.
"That's right. The only condition is your death!"
Long Fengyang's words were savage.
The greasy green stain on his head had yet to be cleaned, and a foul stench wafted from him as he spoke.
Long Qingwan nonchalantly took several steps back, putting some distance between them.
Long Xuanji and Long Wentian also frowned. They fought back their disgust, but their expressions were grim.
"You think activating the Holy Dao Killing Array is enough to kill me? I'm offering you terms. You should be on your knees, thanking your lucky stars."
Ye Tianling watched them quietly, his expression growing even colder.
He had, of course, already discerned that they had intended to save Long Cangqian while simultaneously activating the Holy Dao Killing Array.
But why would he be afraid?
He had all but trampled the Dragon Race's dignity underfoot.
