"Not bad. Hou Tu, you're truly hypocritically compassionate. You make me sick!"
Ci Tie also sneered coldly:
"If you had the ability to stop your brothers and sisters from using the Qiankun Treasure Tree, then you could stand on the moral high ground and criticize us. We'd have nothing to say. But you don't have that ability, so stop putting on an act here and talking about vengeful spirits and the dead. The Honghuang World has always followed the law of the jungle. If the living beings inside the Qiankun Treasure Tree died, that was their own fault. They were fated to suffer this calamity. Who could they blame for being so weak?!"
"You, you all—"
Hou Tu's face flushed with anger. She was embarrassed, vexed, and furious.
In fact, when she learned what Zhu Rong, Gong Gong, and the other ancestral witches had done, she had been extremely angry. She had even argued with them and fought them. It was just that she couldn't win. In the end, she had left in anger, taking the members of her tribe far away to build a tribe here.
She had never expected Ci Tie and the others to bring up the past again. Hou Tu couldn't possibly explain herself to them either. After all, even if she did, they probably wouldn't believe her.
She could only suppress her anger and say through gritted teeth:
"No matter what, you can't take away the Qiankun Treasure Tree!"
She began attacking Ci Tie and Fei Lian furiously.
By this time, Shang Yang had already chopped down the Qiankun Treasure Tree. He raised it with both arms, struggling as he said:
"It's really heavy. Even with the divine power of a Great Luo Immortal, lifting it is strenuous. Fei Lian, Ci Tie..."
Shang Yang called