"Since you surrender, give us these Immortal Grasses," Jun Mu Yang said calmly as he walked toward the leader of the Storm Rocs, stating his intention without hesitation.
"Didn’t you hear what my master said? Is this how you show surrender?" Xiao Qiu crossed his small arms, rolling his eyes with clear dissatisfaction as he noticed the Storm Rocs made no move to comply.
"This," the Storm Roc leader hesitated. He didn’t have the authority to give away what existed in this place; he was merely the leader of today’s patrol team.
At first, he had assumed they would be forced into forming slave contracts. After all, in every world, it was widely believed that beasts were born to serve others. Beasts like the Storm Rocs were seen as a low race with inferior bloodlines, nothing like the dragons and phoenixes that stood atop the hierarchy.
In the past, due to their special abilities, countless powerful immortals had attempted to force them into submission, hoping to make them slaves. But how could they accept that fate? They would rather die than lose their freedom. Even when offered immense resources and cultivation opportunities, nothing could outweigh the value of freedom and the will to resist. Without it, all else became worthless.
"Looks like you want to be beaten again," Lu Long said coldly, stepping forward and pulling Xiao Li with him. He didn’t wait for Xiao Qiu or the others to speak. To him, it didn’t matter what the Storm Rocs were thinking.
Even if they knew the reason behind the hesitation, none of them would have cared. In this world, the winner is king, and the loser has no right to scream for justice. That was the cruel truth.
Though Lu Long was a Dragon Pill Cauldron and lacked direct combat power, the quality of his pills was unmatched. He had countless pills at his disposal that could make even the strongest opponent suffer.
"Are you facing some kind of difficulty?" Shenlian Yingyue asked curiously, noting how their expressions darkened.
"We don’t have the right to give you the Immortal Grasses," the patrol leader replied weakly, still lying on the ground with a fatigued expression.
"Then call your king here. My sister has something to say," Shenlian Yinzhu said firmly, unwilling to waste any more time.
"Who dares summon our king after causing trouble in our territory?" a booming voice echoed from above as powerful auras surged down upon them from all directions.
The sky darkened as countless gigantic and majestic figures of Storm Rocs descended. Their presence was awe-inspiring. But apart from Shenlian Yingyue, who appreciated their majesty, no one else seemed impressed.
"Let’s keep this simple. We want these Immortal Grasses. I don’t need all of them; half will suffice," Xiong Zi Ying stated plainly, stepping forward after seeing Shenlian Yingyue remain silent.
"Oh? You want our Immortal Grasses?" The Storm Roc King tilted his head in amusement. He transformed into human form and strolled toward them. His stunning features radiated confidence and playful arrogance as he approached Xiong Zi Ying.
"And what do you plan to offer in exchange? Even if you managed to defeat a hundred of us, we still have far more. Let me count the numbers of my storm," he said mockingly.

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