Ning Zheng glanced at Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun's corpse, the opponent she had faced for some time. Her expression held neither joy nor sorrow.
This world was simply that cruel.
From Ping Cun's perspective, he had done nothing wrong from the very beginning.
He had merely set his sights on the commercial territory of a weak civilization.
Even Ning Zheng's Xirong Commerce had done similar things while expanding. After all, if she wanted to make money, she had to squeeze out her competitors.
When all was said and done, it was simply that Esteemed Immortal Ping Cun had been too weak.
Setting aside her emotions, Ning Zheng frowned and said, "Seniors, what should we do? I don't want to be drained dry and sent sightseeing.
"That new Xirong Manor Lord and the Painter refuse to attain enlightenment no matter what, waiting to jam us up by blocking the final two vacant seats."
Everyone glanced at you, the former Xirong Manor Lord, and suddenly fell silent.
But there was no doubt that Ning Zheng's words had struck a chord with everyone.
In truth, these Celestial Phenomenon Esteemed Immortals were not afraid of those two attaining enlightenment and becoming their comrades. What they feared was that they would refuse to attain enlightenment.
Because once all the Esteemed Immortal seats were filled, the world would be perfected.
The entire universe would undergo a tremendous transformation, like an embryo fully reaching maturity.
But what about the other side?
They were deliberately choking them by refusing to fill the final two seats, and even wanted to trap them there permanently.
Finally, the three major Esteemed Immortals exchanged thoughts in secret for a while before speaking quietly. "Everyone, there is no need to keep fighting over momentary victories. Let them win one more round."
"We will