Scorpion Granny's heart grew colder and colder as her gaze swept across the five faces.
Among the Devil Race, there were no true friends, only eternal interests.
Though she had worked alongside these people for decades, there was hardly any deep friendship between them.
Lord Shuang Luo's corpse was enough to make these people join forces and get rid of her!
Scorpion Granny hated them to the bone, yet the smile on her lips became even more seductive.
Her red lips parted lightly. She spoke with a smiling face, yet every word brimmed with killing intent.
"Then, which of you five will die first?"
She understood devil cultivators far too well. If death was inevitable, they would certainly shove someone else toward it.
Sure enough, upon hearing Scorpion Granny's words, the five men's eyes flickered, and silence fell.
They all wanted the benefits, yet none was willing to take the risk.
A short devil cultivator with an exceedingly strange appearance let out a cold snort.
"Scorpion Granny, don't think I don't know what you're plotting. You want to use words to drive a wedge between the five of us? Dream on! Hand over two-thirds of Lord Shuang Luo's corpse, and we'll let this matter rest. Otherwise, we absolutely will not let it go!"
The other four nodded in agreement. "Keeping one-third for yourself is already quite good. Don't force us to act!"
Scorpion Granny gently stroked her scorpion tail. At those words, she lifted her eyelids slightly, the gentle smile still hanging from her lips.
"If you want to take what belongs to Scorpion Granny, you'll have to step over my corpse."
"Fine. Since you insist on remaining stubborn to the bitter end, don't blame us."
The other five were so enraged that they laughed instead, having made up their