Chapter 3057: What's there to talk about?

The Human Race side has had no response, and I lack confidence—aren't these few Demon Race Old Ancestors getting anxious?

If you don't take up the challenge, how can that be acceptable?

Upon hearing that outwardly strong but inwardly weak angry roar, Xu Jie, who had just settled on the plan, revealed a faint smile and said.

"Seniors, get ready—I can definitely create an opportunity for you."

If I said I wasn't fully confident before, but now, having heard this Demon Race Old Ancestor's roar, Xu Jie already feels assured.

Since you all panicked first, then I won't panic.

Immediately handing the talisman to the five Barbarian God Clan Old Ancestors, for these Human Race treasures, the Barbarian God Tribe is naturally not unfamiliar.

After so many years of interaction, and those five Barbarian God Clan Old Ancestors have frequently run to the Human Race's Immortal Realm these years.

Naturally we've seen these things before and know how to use them—no need to waste words.

Immediately, the five Barbarian God Clan Old Ancestors, concealed by the talisman, silently approached the beast herd.

Meanwhile, Xu Jie and his master Hong Zun swaggered up to the front of the beast herd.

Ye Zhangqing didn't go, mainly because everyone wouldn't allow it; they only let him stay safely on the Heavenly Outside Immortal Vessel, not to risk himself.

When the master and disciple arrived before the beast herd, seeing this, the several Demon Race Old Ancestors in the center of the herd furrowed their brows: "Just two people?"

They even brought out hostages, yet you Human Race sent only two people to negotiate—isn't this child's play?

"Where are the others?"

One of the Demon Race Old Ancestors asked coldly, but in the next second Xu Jie scolded him.

"What the hell is it to you?"

"You're courting death."

This attitude doesn't look like someone coming to negotiate at all—it's practically a declaration of war.

The few Demon Race Old Ancestors exchanged glances; the reaction of these Beyond-the-Heavens Human Race people seems off—it looks like they don't intend to follow the script.

For a moment, the other Old Ancestors turned their gazes toward the one who initially proposed using hostages as a threat.

Faced with the stares of the other Old Ancestors, this Old Ancestor's expression also turned grim.

In its thinking, producing these hostages would at least make these Beyond-the-Heavens Human Race people wary, allowing a gradual grip on them.

But right now it seems useless; at a glance they don't look like they've come to rescue anyone.

But having come this far, there's surely no retreat; even with grit, we must continue the talk.

Only see this Demon Race Old Ancestor's face darken as he spoke menacingly.

"You don't care about the life and death of your fellow clansmen?"

Hearing that, Xu Jie replied without a moment's thought.

"What fellow clansmen? I don't know them."

"You……………… look clearly, they are also Human Race."

"I don't know them."

As soon as he spoke, there was absolutely no intention to save anyone; he seemed to say, "Kill them if you want—what's it to me?"

Meanwhile, Hong Zun added from the side.

"Stop wasting words with them; get to the point—we came this time to warn you: you can still leave now, otherwise you won't get out of this Beyond-the-Heavens."

"Huh???"

Seeing this completely off-script, the Demon Race Old Ancestor was momentarily confused by the words.

"No, you're not here to rescue people; you're here to warn us?"

His gaze locked firmly on the master and disciple, as if trying to read something from their expressions.

Unfortunately, this Demon Race Old Ancestor knows nothing about this master-disciple pair.

Hong Zun and Xu Jie are the kind of people who can lie with eyes wide open, without blushing or breathing hard.

Trying to discern anything from their faces is nearly impossible.

Precisely for this reason, they sent the master and disciple to negotiate—because you can't see anything from them.

As his words fell, Hong Zun ignored the Old Ancestor's scrutinizing gaze and turned to leave directly.

"We're leaving; the words have been said—decide for yourselves what to do."

Saying that, he truly brought Xu Jie along, without hesitation, about to turn and leave.

This instead infuriated that Demon Race Old Ancestor, who shouted without thinking.

"Wait a moment."

"Anything else?"

"Forget it—these Human Race people are useless here, just wasting air; since you've come, take them back with you."

Having taken the initiative to request negotiation, I thought this would surely lead to the main topic.

But who would have thought, upon hearing that, Xu Jie directly refused.

"What do you want us for? We're not here to waste air."

"You don't want them?"

"No, I already said I don't know them."

"Huh???"

Seeing Xu Jie's decisive refusal, that Demon Race Old Ancestor fell silent.

"No, I already gave you a way out—aren't you going to save anyone? Damn it, negotiate, let me have leverage over you; maybe I'll actually hand over the people."

Seeing the two with no change in expression, even this Demon Race Old Ancestor doubted: "These two guys really don't want to save anyone?"

"Has my plan been useless from the start?"

But the more this happens, the more unwilling that Demon Race Old Ancestor feels; as a venerable Old Ancestor who painstakingly devised this plan, if it ends up useless, what will the lesser Demon Race think of it?

As an ancestor, doesn't it care about face?

So, driven by face, this demon ancestor began to get carried away.

Seeing Xu Jie's master and disciple about to leave, it gritted its teeth and said.

"You really won't talk?"

"No talk."

"Let's talk. What is there that cannot be negotiated? After we finish talking, we'll bring these humans back for you."

Listening to the conversation between the two sides, the many demons in the beast herd all felt strange.

No, didn't we agree earlier to use these humans to manipulate them? How come now it looks like they're being manipulated?

How does it feel like our ancestor went begging them to talk, yet they're unwilling?

What is this? The hostages are in their hands, yet it feels like they're being made to grovel.

Shouldn't the initiative be in their demon race's hands?

Even the other demon ancestors glanced at it askance, and the more so, the more anxious this demon ancestor became, eager to prove himself.

The more anxious, the more it wanted to talk, to regain its face, so it spoke up.

"Why are you in a hurry? What is there that cannot be talked about?"

Even its words became somewhat humble; for a moment, the many demons felt ever more complicated inside.

No, who is begging whom now? Who the hell went begging them to come save people? You're talking nonsense.

The many demons all felt displeased inside, and for a moment naturally relaxed their guard.

And the five ancestors of the Barbarian God Tribe hidden in the dark naturally also keenly caught onto this.

With the demons' moods complicated, they had no bandwidth to think of other things; right now it was clearly an excellent opportunity to strike.

As for the target, the five ancestors locked onto three individuals in the beast herd.

These three demons are quite young, and their bloodlines are rich; they should be the second generation among these innate demons.