Ye Haochuan is not a saint, naturally he wouldn't take great risks to help others out of mere sympathy.
The Mystic Yellow Meteoric Flame is something he urgently needed, and he didn't mind being a bit cunning to acquire it.
If the Mystic Yellow Meteoric Flame were at its peak, Ye Haochuan naturally wouldn't dare to boast that he could destroy it.
But now, the Mystic Yellow Meteoric Flame was just a weakened Primordial Spirit. He might have no way to forcefully subdue it, but eliminating it was still quite simple.
"How can you be so shameless?"
The Mystic Yellow Meteoric Flame shouted angrily.
"So, does this mean you're unwilling?"
Ye Haochuan had a wicked grin on his face, raising the Halberd of Heaven and Earth with a stance ready to act if met with resistance.
If the Mystic Yellow Meteoric Flame had teeth, it would definitely be grinding them with fury at this moment.
"Fine, you win!"
