275 Killing Primordial God Level Fallen Angel

Dean McKenzie eyed the fallen angel before him, one with a half-broken wing, greed plainly etched in his heart yet a thin smile maintained on his face.

He didn't know what to say./p>

Whatever scheme the other party had up his sleeve seemed so loud that even his long-deceased grandmother from his previous life could hear it, Dean felt.

But Dean did not immediately reject him.

He glanced at the two severed heads beside the angel and curled his lips in disdain.

"Is this how the Fallen Angel Sect shows sincerity?

Who could withstand this test of sincerity from you?

You really think I can't claim these two heads if you don't take action?

Also, if you covet my Twilight Merit, just say so. We are all adults here, why beat around the bush so much?

It's not like we can't negotiate, as long as you show enough sincerity!"

Despite Dean's verbal sparring, the fallen angel didn't get angry. Instead, squinting his eyes, he said, "Oh, and what 'sincerity' do you wish to see?"