Xu Kun's expression remained calm. He felt no joy at having persuaded the Tiger elders.
If they did not even possess that much foresight, then the Tiger Fiend Race's decline was beyond saving, even by immortals.
He could only betray the Tiger Ancestor's entrustment of the orphan.
After all, even the cleverest housewife could not cook without rice!
If the Tiger Fiend Race insisted on making enemies of the world, they would ultimately end up like someone clutching the imperial seal while craving honey water.
Yuan Shu:?
The conversation between Xu Kun and the Tiger elders was impossible for outsiders to pry into. At this moment, the Tiger Slaying Alliance, having chosen to stake everything on one throw, had already advanced to within striking distance.
Just as the Tiger army prepared to counterattack, Xu Kun stepped before the formation and waved his hand. Countless Tiger Race members immediately held their positions.
The moment he stood there, although Three-Faced Lion Lord and the others hated him to the bone, they had to hold back for fear of harming the innocent. They ordered their troops to halt.
They wanted to see what else this petty schemer who had played them could possibly say.
The two armies faced each other across the Unarmoring River, while Xu Kun stood between them.
One hand was raised high, suppressing the Tiger Race's urge to counterattack, while the other was held level, stopping the alliance in its tracks.
He truly carried the imposing bearing of two hands pressing down heaven and earth.
"Xu... Kun!" Three-Faced Lion Lord and the leaders of the various races ground their teeth.
The corners of Xu Kun's lips curled slightly upward. As though nothing had happened, he walked forward.
"What did you elder brothers mean by this? I entered Myriad Peak Tiger