Fu Jiuyuan's eyes were like lightning, and he shouted with a thunderous voice, "Either stop the battle now and take your people and leave immediately!
If you don't stop, then what does it matter if we fight to the death!"
"Fu Jiuyuan!"
Donghuang Mochen was furious, "I asked you to retreat entirely out of respect for your ancestors!
Do you really think I'm afraid of you?"
If he agreed to stop the battle and retreat, it would undoubtedly be akin to admitting defeat to Fu Jiuyuan!
As fellow Immortal Venerable, he naturally wouldn't yield to Fu Jiuyuan!
It's not just about his face, but also about the face of their Heavenly Demon Dynasty!
"Since that's the case, enough nonsense, let's fight!"
Fu Jiuyuan coldly shouted, transforming his fist into a palm, and gathered a cyan-gold handprint, with the Connate Eight Trigrams manifesting in the palm, striking toward Donghuang Mochen!
