Darryl had an indifferent expression when he talked.
Andres found himself in an awkward situation because Darryl was uninterested in what Andres had to offer. Despite that, he forced a smile and said, "Then I will be honest. You have immersed yourself in the Art of Elixir, and I need some elixirs. I will let you go if you promise to make some for me. What do you think?"
He fixed his gaze on Darryl, his heart racing with excitement.
Darryl did not respond right away and scoffed in his heart. 'So he wants me to make him some elixirs. No wonder he didn't tell Goliry my true identity right now.' He sneered coldly. "Andres, I will be honest with you. I will only make elixirs for the Pure Yang Division and no one else. Unless you bow before me and worship me as your ancestor. Then I will think about it."
Andres' face darkened. He was so mad that he felt his lung was about to explode. He glared at Darryl and said, "Damn you, Darryl. You are such an ungrateful person. I'm trying to help you since you are a captive. But you return my favor by scolding me and trying to take advantage of me."
The more Andres talked, the angrier he became. 'I'm letting down my ego as the Belladonna Palace's chief disciple to ask that of him, yet that man humiliated me in return. Serves him right if Goliry kills him.'
Darryl ignored Andres' rage. His expression was still the same. "I already told you my terms and conditions. It's up to you whether you agree with it or not." After that, he shut his eyes and continued to rest. He had no interest in continuing the conversation with a despicable and shameless person like Andres. Besides that, he would soon recover his divine power and did not need any help from Andres.
Andres panicked as he assessed the situation. His eyes were filled with venom. He drew a dagger and placed it on Darryl's chest. "Do you think I wouldn't dare to hurt you? F*ck you! You were the one who humiliated me in the Pure Yang Division. I was prepared to let it go, but you didn't appreciate my goodwill. I can kill you right now!"
He held the dagger tightly, ready to end Darryl's life. He had assisted Darryl in concealing his true identity on the road to obtain the elixirs. He expected Darryl to be grateful for his offer to save him. As the chief disciple, Andres had always had his way with everything. He had never felt such humiliation and failure before.
Darryl felt the coldness from the danger, and he exhaled lightly. "You want to kill me? Just do it. Even if you think you will leave no traces behind, someone will find out eventually. By that time, think about the consequences when the Pure Yang Division learned that you were the one who killed their head of the Elixir Sector."
He smiled contemptuously, knowing that Andres was just scaring him with the dagger. With his experiences, he knew that people like Andres would not have the courage to commit such crimes, especially when Andres knew his real identity. Most importantly, Andres would not kill Darryl so easily, especially when he had not obtained the elixirs he desired.
Andres' head started to hurt so much that he nearly passed out. 'Damn it. He is so hard to deal with. What should I do?" Soon, an idea popped into his mind. His eyes sparkled viciously. With a sudden evil laugh, he said, "Fine. You're right. I do not dare to kill you. But I have no problem with cutting your arm."
Andres had gone crazy. The devil had taken his sanity.
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