He knew that Yi Zhao could hear everything.

Even though he had only half his life left at this time, he was the leader of the Red Jin Tianfeng clan and his vitality was extremely tenacious.

"You still refuse to surrender?"

Mu Dongyou asked,

"Do you know that this is just a matter of asking for trouble. If you are half as smart as Yi Palace, you will not fall into the current situation."

Hearing the name of Yi Palace, Yi Zhao finally slowly opened his eyes.

The pair of vicissitudes of life, filled with scarlet blood-colored eyes, was filled with unconcealed anger of betrayal.

"...he...she deserves to die!"

Yi Zhao spoke with difficulty, his voice was rough and astringent.

If it weren't for him, the Chijin Tianfeng clan wouldn't have been defeated so quickly!

And he would not have been detained here without any preparation!

Mu Dongyou looked at him condescendingly.

"I know, for you, Yi Gong betrayed you and the Chijin Tianfeng clan. But have you ever thought that maybe - he is right?"

"Ten thousand years have passed, and the current Phantom Temple has changed the sun. Yi Zhao, if you really think about the lives of hundreds of people in the Chijin Tianfeng clan, you should bow your head and make the choice you should make."

Mu Dongyou is actually quite patient.

Since Yi Zhao was trapped here, he has conducted similar negotiations several times.

"What's the benefit of you holding on like this?"

Yi Zhao sneered.

"Anyway, Yi Palace is already yours, so why should you be obsessed with me?"

Mu Dongyou pulled the corner of his mouth.

"He only opened the sixth meridian, so he naturally cannot compare with you."

Yi Zhao closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Seeing that his attitude was still firm, Mu Dongyou finally changed his mind and asked:

"I heard that the young master in your clan is the purest bloodline?"
Chapter completed!