It was just before dawn!
Master Xuan Kong was still clinging on!
Murong Taishan and Old Ancestor Shangguan were planning to leave. The outcome had truly been far beyond their expectations, and this place was no longer safe to stay.
Ling Yun said coldly, "Remember my words. If you want to dismiss me, come back after the Imperial Power Tournament. If you refuse to heed my advice, then you'll be bringing about your own death."
"Hmph, this old man hasn't forgotten. When the time comes, it won't be just the two of us. The Holy Land is finished, but our people aren't!"
Murong Taishan answered viciously. Then he and the ferocious Old Ancestor Shangguan dragged away the corpses of the Gongsun Clan Old Ancestor and Mo Youai, slinking off in disgrace.
On Divine Peak, no one believed that Supreme Emperor Lord would truly step down from the position of Divine Lord. One after another, they urged him to reconsider.
"Emperor Lord, think it over!"
"It was the Holy Land stirring up trouble. There's no need to pay them any mind."
"We have Divine Peak, and the people of the God Realm won't agree with the Holy Land's actions either."
"I disagree."
Ling Yun said, "Don't bring this up again. I'm tired. Perhaps I'm not the best Divine Lord in your hearts either. I'm sorry!"
"Sorry, this is my daddy." Little one spoke in her childish voice, her beautiful eyes nearly narrowed into slits from smiling. No one knew what she was so happy about.
If he wasn't the Divine Lord, then she wouldn't be the Little Divine Lord anymore either. And she was still smiling?
Beibei pointed at her knee and said, "Amitabha, you old bald donkey, aren't you getting up? Doesn't it hurt there?"
Long Yanran was furious. "Oh,