How could they actually be mocking him like this?
He still remembered how respectful they had been toward him when they first came to Minghe.
How had things ended up with them looking down on him like this?
Ancestor Minghe's eyes blazed with fury as he glared at the two men before him.
He truly wanted to keep these two here for good, but he knew he couldn't.
If he did, he would inevitably suffer a devastating blow.
If he really went through with it, not only he but also the Asura Race—and even the Netherworld Blood River—might be sealed away completely.
Ancestor Minghe drew a deep breath.
His eyes burned as he stared at the two men before him.
"Tell me your terms."
Ancestor Minghe was panting, his eyes turning bloodshot.
It seemed his caution had already made them resent him.
He had made it clear.
If he wanted to take another step forward, he could only rely on the Heavenly Machine Tower.
And they had even told him what his future fate would be.
Yet he was still cautious.
It seemed that his caution had finally provoked these two men's displeasure.
He had ruined the impression he'd made on them.
They already looked down on him. He had to admit, his caution had brought him success, but it was also his downfall!
Human Race Leader Suirenshi stared intently at Ancestor Minghe.
A strange glint also flickered in his eyes.
Had Ancestor Minghe, that cowardly old turtle, finally decided to join them?
That fellow Ancestor Minghe was incredibly cautious.
But he was undoubtedly one of the strongest Quasi-Saints in the Primordial Chaos World.
He could even be called one of the rarest powerhouses in the entire Primordial Chaos World.
He was basically one of the strongest Quasi-Saints in the