C901 No concessions
Zhang Xing quietly watched their performance. A group of people were singing "Black Face", and Wan Chongshan acted "White Face", they had a tacit understanding with each other, it would be a pity not to be part of the group.
"If Great Elder Wan has this kind of attitude, then there's no need to talk anymore. Let's just fight."
Zhang Xing would not easily change his decision.
"Sect Leader Zhang, look! You've already killed more than 40 of our Wanren Mountain's Frost Dragon, and countless other people have died."
"This is already a fatal blow to our Wanren Mountain. I'm afraid that we won't be able to nurture so many huge dragons in the next few decades."
"If this battle goes on, our thousand year old Wanren Mountain will be exterminated. Please be magnanimous, Sect Leader Zhang."
Wan Chongshan's attitude could not be described as low, it could be seen that in his heart, he was not willing to be enemies with Zhang Xing.
If it were anyone else, they would have considered the pros and cons carefully.
But Zhang Xing was not moved.
"Great Clan Elder Wan is too serious. The people who are going to attack my Celestial Dragon Sect are less than one-third of your total strength. How can they be exterminated?"
"The reason why you don't want to fight is because you think that you can't get any benefits from me, so you put down your pride and negotiate with me."
"Similarly, I believe that there are great benefits from fighting with your Wanren Mountain. From getting rich to becoming rich, to being as rich as an enemy nation."
"So, I think we should still fight!"
Clank!
When Zhang Xing finished speaking, the faces of everyone present twitched, and they almost fell off their chairs.
The heck! He had never seen such a realistic way of negotiating, bringing matters that everyone was well aware of to the table. What a wonder!
From young to rich, to be as rich as a nation, rich your head!
They had long heard that Zhang Xing was extremely greedy, but they never expected him to be so greedy.
However, when they thought of his terrifying strength, everyone present felt both angry and powerless.
Wan Chongshan's face instantly darkened. This brat was being too direct, he had mentioned the most fundamental problem of the battle.
He was forcefully biting off a piece of flesh from the Wanren Mountain's gigantic body!
Since you are insatiable, I will give it to you. Let's see how much you can take!
"The Sect Leader Zhang is indeed straightforward. As expected of the leader of the young generation."
"Just say it directly. I will give you as many spirit stones, gold coins, magic treasures and pills as you want. If Wanren Mountain doesn't have it, I will think of a way to get it for you."
Wan Chongshan said with a heavy expression.
He felt that since it was like this, Zhang Xing should at least say the conditions in his heart.
But he did not expect Zhang Xing to still have that intention.
"I don't want money and I don't need money. I only want people.
F * ck, do you want money or someone else? Sometimes you say that you can get rich by fighting, and sometimes you say that I'm not lacking in money.
It seems like you're not even thinking about negotiating.
For a moment, the negotiations came to an impasse.2
Amongst them, the most worried one was the Fourth Elder Wuling Mountain, he was the one representing the Wanren Mountain, if he wanted to die he would be the first one.
If it was possible, no, he would definitely sacrifice the anger he used to pacify Zhang Xing.
Actually, the moment Zhang Xing entered the Wanren Mountain, he had already sensed an ancient aura.
He had felt this aura before, when he was in the alternate dimension. It was emitted by the Holy Treasure in the Great Light Array.
The rumors were true, there were Holy Treasure in the Wanren Mountain.
However, this was not the most important thing. He could even feel a hint of that ancient aura ? Trembling!
What kind of aura could make Zhang Xing tremble?
Without question, this was a remnant of a Saint's mind. This was probably the true power of the Wanren Mountain.
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