The Six Hundred and Forty-Eighth Chapter: A Storm Is Brewing, Part Three
Feeling everyone's gaze on him, Xuanyuan Lian raised an eyebrow.
He looked at Mo Jinghong and asked, "Alliance Leader Mo, do you think so too?"
"Xuanyuan Lian, what's with that tone? Do you know how many lives were lost because of them, and that we lost three Upper States?" The man who had opposed Tie Futu earlier spoke up again.
Xuanyuan Lian turned to look at him. The man was a mean-looking old fellow with sharp ears and a simian face, the lord of Houfeng Land, Zhao Benhou.
"Oh? So, according to you, if it weren't for my friends, Su Qiou Shen wouldn't have started a war, the Eleven Great Worlds wouldn't be drowning in blood, and the worlds would be at peace?" Xuanyuan Lian looked at Zhao Benhou like he was an idiot. "Don't be naïve!"
"Xuanyuan Lian, how dare you!" Zhao Benhou was furious and pointed straight at him.
He hadn't expected Xuanyuan Lian, who was usually silent, to lash out at him for the sake of these four cultivators. It left him deeply displeased.
"Well said. A war that needs fighting still has to be fought. If you can't handle it yourself, don't spend all day blaming others. What kind of man does that make you?" Tie Futu mocked Zhao Benhou. "What? You took a beating from Su Qiou Shen, so now you want to save face by taking it out on your own people? What a mighty show of strength—picking on the younger generation. If you've got the guts, come outside and spar with me."
As he spoke, Tie Futu released his aura, pressing it straight toward Zhao Benhou.
Zhao Benhou's expression shifted, but his own aura didn't falter. He glared at Tie Futu