But Qiong Qi and the other Fierce Beasts merely glanced over before withdrawing their gazes.
What was there to watch in a bunch of brats fighting?
Wasn't it just one slap per person?
Qiong Qi and the others were kings of the Fierce Beast race, condensed from the flesh, blood, and baleful aura of the Three Thousand Demon Gods. They had roamed the Primordial Wilderness countless ages ago.
Although their cultivation had yet to break through to the Primordial Grand Unity,
in terms of status,
they were not much inferior even to Yang Mei and the others.
To them, Di Jun, Jieyin, and the rest really were just children.
So, after giving them a casual glance, they led the Fierce Beasts away.
They planned to return to the Outer Heavens and continue working at the construction site.
Otherwise, standing around here waiting for the Dao Venerable's next sermon felt a little embarrassing.
The Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin clans were much the same.
They could not be bothered to interfere in the affairs between the Demon Race and the Demon Race.
They would rather use this time to properly absorb the Dao they had heard earlier and see whether they could produce a few more Quasi-Saints.
But Mo Luo and the others were different. They were Demon Race members to begin with.
Previously, the Demon Ancestor had forbidden them from acting because their cultivation was too high.
But now, the Demon Race had also broken through.
Wouldn't it be perfectly reasonable for them to make a move as well?!
After all, they wanted to earn some merit too!
But after thinking it over, Mo Luo and Luo Tian still did not act.
After all, their cultivation was already at the late stage of the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal realm.
They were