"Impossible. Even if a few beaten dogs from the Nine Great Cultivation Families remain, they have no strength to threaten the three great battle groups—Superstar, Remnant Star, and Martial God—unless—"
Meng Chao's eyes widened. Veins bulging from his temples instantly spread around his eyes, forming two radiating rings of Spirit Runes. The gaze he shot forth blazed with a ferocity that seemed ready to devour people. "Unless you traitors to human civilization surrendered to the Holy Light Faction and led experts from the Holy Light Temple into the Hunting Wind Defense Line!"
"Not 'surrendered,' but 'formed an alliance.'"
As blood trickled down, Gu Shao Yu's face grew increasingly pale, yet his expression became ever more tranquil. Meng Chao's aggressive pressure no longer affected him. "We believed that the path Dragon City Civilization had taken under your leadership over the past thirty years was fundamentally wrong.
"The Holy Light Temple has, after all, been the dominant force ruling this world for ten thousand years. With the mere scale of a single city of outsiders, if we rashly made enemies of the Holy Light Temple, then no matter how many tactical victories we won, strategically speaking, there could only be one ending—mutual destruction.
"While there was still time to turn back, forming an alliance with the Holy Light Temple was the only way out."
"You despicable, shameless traitors..."
Meng Chao did not listen to Gu Shao Yu's explanation at all. Disbelief still bloomed in his eyes. He simply could not understand how descendants of Earthlings could produce such vile scum. "To fight for supreme power, you were willing to sacrifice Dragon City Civilization's three most elite battle groups in exchange for the Holy Light Temple's support?"
"Don't look at me as though this is beyond belief. I think that even if no