Within the canyon, the six projected avatars of gods stared at "Ais Te" like tigers eyeing their prey.
If "Ais Te" dared make any suspicious move—such as attempting to flee on her own with spatial magic—these divine avatars would shatter space without hesitation and seize her. With these avatars watching her, "Ais Te" could forget about doing anything detrimental to the two great temples.
Casting her beautiful eyes over Arthur, "Ais Te" said calmly, "I had thought Your Highness the Prince was a true hero."
Arthur's face abruptly reddened. Then he heard "Ais Te" sneer. "Who would have thought that in bed, Your Highness is no hero—and elsewhere, you are nothing but a spineless coward. Damn it all, how did I end up with such a useless piece of trash?"
Arthur's face turned livid. He shot a venomous glare at Kars Chenxi, who stood to one side enjoying the show, then swung his arm and slapped "Ais Te" hard across the face. "Shut up, then open this gate. I can reserve a share of what lies inside for you. Don't throw away your last chance!"
"Ais Te" let out a soft sigh. "You do not even know what is inside, yet you are already so eager to divide the spoils?"
Kars Chenxi smiled unhurriedly from the side. "The Silver Iris Family has far too many secrets. For example, as descendants of the Deep Blue Demon King, how has the Church tolerated your continued existence? That alone has always made me curious, yet even my father does not know the reason behind it."
With a chuckle, Kars Chenxi lightly waved a finger. "But everyone knows that if the Silver Iris Family, which controls nearly all the mithril supply on the Western Continent, possesses a secret, then it must be worth a