Feeling the icy aura coming from the black-robed man, the figure below couldn't help but take a few steps back, his brow furrowed. He then said coldly, "King, does this mean you refuse our Clan Leader's terms?"
"There's nothing to negotiate. I can send the others over to you, but Shen Haoran's life must be mine. Perhaps if I'm in a good mood, I'll send his corpse to Bai Zhennan!" the black-robed man hovering above the great hall sneered.
Hearing the black-robed man's words, the figure below understood that there was definitely a grudge between this King and Shen Haoran—a grudge that could only end in death.
