"No! I absolutely refuse!"
Zhu Rong was the first to react.
His eyes instantly turned crimson, like two balls of blazing fire.
He stepped forward, like an insurmountable Primordial Divine Mountain, and planted himself directly in front of Houtu.
"Little sister, have you lost your mind? What do the lives and deaths of the Primordial Wilderness's countless beings have to do with our Wu Clan?" Zhu Rong's voice had grown hoarse with fury and anxiety.
The southern bright leaving fire surged uncontrollably around him, burning the surrounding bloody killing intent with sharp crackles.
"Who knows how many creatures die in this world every day? Must you sacrifice yourself for them?"
Gong Gong, the Ancestral Wu of Water, refrained from arguing with Zhu Rong for once.
His eyes were red as well as he strode to Houtu's other side, his voice filled with undisguised ferocity and resolve.
"Zhu Rong is right. An incomplete Heavenly Dao, the suffering of all living beings-those are matters for Old Man Hongjun and those lofty Sages to worry about. Our Wu Clan reveres only Father God Pangu. We owe the beings of this world nothing. We will never agree to trade our most beloved little sister for peace under heaven!"
Gong Gong abruptly turned and glared at the firmament, as though delivering the sternest warning to the unseen Heavenly Dao.
"If anyone dares force you to make such a sacrifice, I, Gong Gong, will turn the Primordial Wilderness upside down, even if I have to break Mount Buzhou with my own head! Even if we must wage all-out war against this entire world, we will never let you go to your death!"
Although Di Jiang, Ju Mang, Qiang Liang, and the other Ancestral Wu did not roar as loudly as Zhu Rong and Gong Gong, they