In Yechen's eyes, this was undoubtedly an extremely fair proposal. Yet the entity before him was clearly unhappy, seemingly adopting an attitude of wanting both to keep everything and to walk away unscathed.
Yechen let out a cold snort; since the other party refused the offer, they had only themselves to blame. With a flick of his hands, boundless spiritual roots surged forth. Reaching out, his momentum instantly soared to the extreme as he casually summoned a bolt of purple divine lightning into his palm, slashing it toward his opponent.
At this moment, even Yechen did not know what race he truly belonged to. Although his appearance was human, most species chose this form for the sake of convenience, and his inner race remained unknown to all. Yechen did not dwell on this; he only needed to slay his foe to find out the truth, provided the opponent's arcane techniques did not vanish with their death.
Chapter 192