"What tricks do you want to play now?" the Alien Race Monarch said.
"I can naturally hand over the Emperor's sons and daughters, but after working so hard to suppress them, if your Alien Race doesn't pay a certain price, thinking you can just have them, that's nothing short of wishful thinking."
Ye Chen chuckled coldly. Hand them over? Sure, but be prepared to pay the price.
"Combat Saint King, are you trying to take advantage of the situation?" The five Alien Ancient Monarchs looked coldly at Ye Chen, their eyes so chilling that even Ye Chen felt a shiver down his spine. However, a surge of cosmic power flowed through his entire body, instantly dissipating this murderous intent. He lifted his head proudly and confronted the five Alien Ancient Monarchs, responding coldly, "If you are unwilling to pay the price, you can wait for the demise of your Emperor's sons and daughters."
"Are you threatening us?"
