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"Master Lin, you may not know much about me, but our Yan Family, and my brother – you must know about him, right?" Yan Yu said coldly.

"I know, Yan Qing, the Qilin War God!" Lin Dong nodded. "However, your brother is your brother, and you are you."

"Even if your brother, the Ancestor of the Gong Clan, the Ancestor of the Wu Family, these people come to find me, they must treat me as an equal. What are you? Coming here to talk about one ninth split accounts, or an eight-to-two split?"

"If you sincerely want to discuss cooperation, have someone of your brother's stature come find me!"

"If you're trying to earn something for nothing, don't treat me like a Bodhisattva of Clay."

"Now, you can roll away, before I lose my temper!!"

No sooner had these words been uttered than an oppressive atmosphere descended upon Yan Yu, making him feel as if Mount Tai was pressing down on him.

Under that immense pressure, even breathing became difficult for him.