"Bullshit! Four imperial weapons? Even the emperor doesn't carry that many weapons, do you want to establish a sect with my weapons." Long Pang was instantly enraged upon hearing Qin Tian's words. His round eyes bulged as he stared at Qin Tian. He looked like he wanted to eat Qin Tian alive.
Qin Tian had already guessed his reaction. He knew four was too much, but he wanted at least three of them. He had purposely mentioned four at the beginning so he could negotiate with him.
"You have ten imperial weapons, what's wrong with giving me four in exchange for your freedom. Unless you want to be forever confined in this cold place," he replied expressionlessly.
"You. You are too much." Even the two horns on his head started to shake.
Qin Tian didn't answer anymore. He then took out the wooden branch with an emperor aura that he got from Saint Ming's tomb.