"To seize Yan Moshan, I've wracked my brains, even been gravely injured by Xu Wentian, losing a hundred years of cultivation for nothing. And now, you, Innate Child, demand that I hand over the man with just a word? If I comply, how can I, Blood Infiniteness, stand a chance in the Cultivation World? How can my Blood Demon Sect hold its head high? Ten Doors of Immortal Dao, Seven Sects of Demon Dao, we are equals in strength. Your Innate Sect thinking to suppress my Blood Demon Sect—fear you lack the ability! Moreover, this affair involves not just me but also Mountain of History, Heartless Son, Jian Tongming, and Monk of Great Sorrow. Even if you, Innate Child, are formidable, you're likely no match for the five of us together. Your Innate Sect can't withstand the combined forces of Primitive Demon Sect, Supreme Tao, Heaven Reaching Sword Sect, my Blood Demon Sect, and Scriptures of Thunder Monastery! Unless you wish to die!"
Blood Infiniteness didn't budge an inch, coldly speaking.