The parties have reached this point; there's no need for further fighting. Fang Yu knows this well, but he must apply ample pressure to the strongest Divine Race before him. Otherwise, the negotiation conditions may turn unfavorable.
"Stop," Fang Yu signaled Ye Wenjun again.
At this moment, Ye Wenjun sheathed the Water Cold Sword.
He stared intently at the 25 physical bodies. If it were in the past, he would continue endlessly, as his indomitable nature wouldn't allow him to just stand by and watch his opponent before him.
Moreover, these 25 physical bodies were all his enemies.
Fang Yu's gaze fell upon the Pavilion Master.
"The conditions I want are actually simple; you heard them just now. There must be no concessions."
"Alright, you want to stay and cultivate in the Divine Race; I agree to this."
"Let's wrap this up. Now, for the second condition..."
Upon these words, the other 25 exchanged glances in surprise.
