"So, now you want to compromise?", Ether Jackson smirked coldly.
"Fellow daoist, it will be best if we can talk things out", the middle aged cultivator spoke calmly. There was a hidden threat behind his words.
"Ha ha ha, you dare threaten me. Let's see what happens if I don't agree", Ether Jackson spoke with a glint in his eyes.
The composed look of the middle-aged man disappeared and a cold look appeared in his eyes.
"Old man, it has been thousands of years since the last appearance of sword monarch. Just with your cultivation, you can't stay arrogant In front of me, a Perez family cultivator. Today I will show you the difference between you northern land frogs and us southern land cultivators", the middle aged man spoke coldly. A fierce looking Sabre appeared in his hand and before anyone could see anything, he launched an attack towards Ether Jackson. Six green coloured wind blades appeared In front of Ether Jackson.
