The Myriad Borders Great Emperor wore a sincere expression, wishing to protect Fan Lang for the greater good. The many experts beside him shared the same attitude; some nodded, while others voiced their agreement.
"Everything must be for the greater good. Fan Sha is far too powerful for us to handle. Looking across the entire Soaring Dragon Continent, only you have any hope of contending with Fan Sha."
"That's right. You are our hope against Fan Sha. No matter what, we must keep you alive."
"Fan Lang, although we had grievances in the past, those are behind us now. The most important thing is dealing with the Holy Light Continent. The conflict between us amounts to nothing. This City Lord is willing to resolve previous grievances with you."
"The Heavenly Dao Kill Order has offered a bounty to the world for your death. You are far too vulnerable on your own. With our help, you can overcome this crisis. Whoever wants to kill you, we'll kill them first!"
"Fan Lang, you are still no match for Fan Sha. Don't force yourself too hard. As long as the green hills remain, there will always be firewood to burn!"
"Once we protect you until you break through and become a Mystic God, you should be able to contend with Fan Sha. With your cultivation speed, that day should not be far off. All of us are gambling, and the entire Soaring Dragon Continent is gambling too. Every wager has been placed on you alone!"
The Myriad Borders Great Emperor, Ling Dongxiao, the Sky Track City Lord, Peng Wanli, and the other experts all tried to persuade Fan Lang to accept their protection.
They were all lofty, incomparably honored experts whose words carried immense weight. Normally, others humbled themselves to beg them for