At Jiang Bei's words, Gao Mu's face turned livid. Murderous fury flared in his eyes, and he clenched his fists. "Jiang Bei! You're just a green brat from a Middle Star Realm. You got lucky and killed Zhao Yuan, and now you think you're somebody? Today I'll show you that there's always a higher heaven! If you want the Emperor Flame Seed, ask my fists first!"
The moment he finished speaking, he lunged. Spiritual energy gathered over his palms into two massive handprints, which he slammed toward Jiang Bei.
But just as he took his first step, Qin Xun's voice rang out from the side. "Gao Mu, wait!"
Gao Mu stopped short and turned, his brows drawn tight. "Qin Xun, what do you want? Are you going to stop me too?"
"Gao Mu, calm down. We've fought until both sides have lost more than half their people, and we're both wounded. Jiang Bei chose this moment to step in because he wants to profit while the fisherman quarrels. We'll batter each other half to death while his Myriad Forms Divine Mansion waits to pick the fruit. Can you swallow that?"
Qin Xun's voice was grave.
Gao Mu's expression stiffened. His gaze swept over Jiang Bei, Li Hongtian, and the others, and his frown deepened.
Qin Xun continued, "Jiang Bei's plan is obvious. He saw us weaken each other and wants to snatch the Emperor Flame Seed. We can settle our score anytime. But if the seed ends up in the Myriad Forms Divine Mansion's hands, we'll be a laughingstock. The Treading Spirit Sect and Ancient Demon Sect have fought over it for so long. If a small faction from a Middle Star Realm takes the greatest prize, how will either of us show our faces again?"
He paused, fixing Jiang