The Stupid Friendship Between the Two Clans

After a brief exchange of whispers, Hao Shan turned and went back.

"Big brother, it's all arranged."

Hao Yuan nodded and casually glanced at Zhang Chong and the others, his gaze cold, as if he were looking at a group of dead men.

The fate of these Immortal Race disciples had already been decided the moment they set out for Flowing Wave Island.

There was no way the matters the Sacred Feather Clan had handled here could be allowed to spread.

After all, Flowing Wave Island was a place jointly governed by several major clans.

Whether it was the Golden Body Clan inheritance on Tu Nan the Demon Monk or the treasures on the Sky Lizard Demon Venerable, the several clans should, in principle, share them.

If they let these Immortal Race disciples leave, there would be plenty of disputes to deal with later.

The Sacred Feather Clan might even be pressured into forcing them to hand over what they had obtained.

If that happened, only their Hao Family would suffer losses.

Therefore, they absolutely could not let these Immortal Race disciples leave alive.

They had originally planned to have these demons deal with them, and if that failed, Hao Ming would step in and take the blame.

But now, it seemed that the plan was proceeding smoothly.

Hao Yuan's eyes shifted. When he saw Blood Bat and several other Demon Race experts of the Saint Realm exchange a few words before slowly flying toward the Immortal Race disciples, he stopped paying attention.

Instead, he turned around and examined the enormous Black Scale before him.

Hao Shan, standing nearby, could barely contain his emotions. He said excitedly:

"Big brother! Since this scale was left behind by the Heavenly Demon back then, there must be plenty of good things hidden inside."