Hong Moluo had yet to respond to Cang Lei when a calm voice rang out.
"You might as well just let him die if you're not going to let him eat."
Cang Lei looked over and saw a figure slowly approaching.
Long, pale-blue hair and a handsome face.
He wore ancient-style robes and had an air of nobility.
It was Throne of Ten, Qi Que!
Hong Moluo muttered, "You really do understand me. What a pity you're not a woman, or I'd definitely like you."
As soon as he finished speaking, his mouth was sealed shut by a layer of ice.
Qi Que said softly, "You should stop talking."
Hong Moluo suddenly opened his mouth and shattered the ice. "I'll say whatever the hell I want. If you don't like it, then let's fight first!"
A layer of frost rapidly spread from beneath Qi Que's feet, freezing half the floor in the blink of an eye.
At that moment, a calm voice rang out from the main hall. "That's enough."
"If you want to fight, go outside."
It was the voice of Throne Second.
No one dared ignore his words.
Thus, Hong Moluo spread his hands, while Qi Que withdrew the frost.
At that moment, the entire world seemed to tremble, followed by a wave of scorching, dry air.
The other Thrones were fine, but Qi Que slightly furrowed his brows, instinctively resisting the aura.
He looked up and saw a figure approaching.
The newcomer looked like an angry Vajra. He was tall and powerfully built, clad in heavy armor, with a fearsome appearance.
Throne Eighth, Li Hu!
After arriving, this Throne glared fiercely at Cang Lei before setting the dark-gold great axe he had been carrying on his shoulder beside his feet. "I'm here."
"Spit it out. I'm busy."