Li Hao spoke again.
If he went along with the other's words, seeking cooperation and discussing only benefits while ignoring past grievances, even if he spent an enormous amount of effort persuading, the other party wouldn't believe him. It would be meaningless.
"Oh?"
The Mixed Heaven Saint's face turned icy cold: "You're saying this just to stop me from seeking the Dragon Saint? You want me to give it up? Do you think that, in a one-on-one fight, I can't do anything to you?!"
"What else?"
Li Hao displayed an utterly confident demeanor, saying, "Though you are a Supreme Saint, it seems that's all you amount to. If you truly had the power to kill me, why would you need to bow your head to the Dragon Saint? Before facing you in battle, I didn't realize I was this strong either."
The Mixed Heaven Saint's breathing grew heavier; his claws made cracking sounds as he clenched them tightly. Li Hao's words were infuriating beyond measure.
