For 80 years
Yang Longfei's expression turned cold. "Hmph, do you think divination is easy? If my clan uncle divines Mo Yunzi's whereabouts, he'll die for certain. If we could wipe out Mo Yunzi and the other Mahayana cultivators in one fell swoop, then naturally there'd be no problem. But are you sure you can do that? If you're confident you can eradicate the Devil Race in one fell swoop, I'll have my clan uncle divine. Otherwise, forget it."
"How will we know unless we try? As long as we find Mo Yunzi and the other Mahayana cultivators, we still have a good chance of killing him," Ximen Yao said with a frown.
"Exactly. We'll only know if we give it a try," Situ Yue agreed.
"A good chance? Easy for you to say. I can have my clan uncle divine and find Mo Yunzi, but then you'll charge into battle at the front. How does that sound?" Yang Longfei sneered.
Situ Yue and Ximen Yao exchanged glances, neither daring to answer. What a joke—charge into battle at the front? They couldn't do that.
"Nothing to say now, huh? Hmph, when all is said and done, you're just afraid to die. All that pretty talk," Yang Longfei sneered.
"Afraid to die? I wonder who it was that begged us to come here in the first place. If we hadn't gathered at Tianzhen Star, your Yang Family might already have been wiped out by the Devil Race," Ximen Yao retorted without the slightest courtesy.
"Enough, one of you say less. Stop arguing. We've all gathered here to destroy the Devil Race. If there's a problem, discuss it properly. Don't make a fuss over nothing," Ye Tianlong said, smoothing things over.
Shi Yue nodded. "That's right. Let's not argue. We should stand