"Fourth Lair's demon ancestor is throwing his weight around and bullying demons. Do you think we can only swallow this?"
Even knowing that the outcome was already set in stone, Lady White Bone still couldn't swallow her anger. She wanted to use every means at her disposal to make the other party miserable.
"Then swallow it. What else can we do? Do you really think this badly wounded lion is a match for me?"
Earlier, with the White Crane Ancestor right there, the Six-Armed Man had been slapped around by Lady White Bone again and again, and hadn't even dared to hit back.
Now that he'd finally found an opportunity, he naturally had no intention of letting her have her way.
"Enough, Sister White Bone. It's settled!"
In the end, with the petite woman's declaration, the matter seemed to take on a final, definite tone. Throughout the whole exchange, apart from listening to the two bicker, the petite woman hadn't even glanced at the lion.
But just as the petite woman led the burly Six-Armed Man away and turned to leave, she suddenly froze.
The majestic lion, wrapped in flames from head to toe, slowly raised his eyes, as still as an ancient well. His tone was calm and indifferent as he said, "What else can we do? Fight, of course. If I kill him, won't the Ninth Lair be mine?"
At this, the Six-Armed Man rubbed his slightly flushed, burning-hot face and stared over in a daze.
As if he thought he'd misheard earlier, he deliberately asked, "Little Lion, what did you just say? I didn't catch that. Could you repeat it?"
"Don't be impulsive!"
Hearing the lion's arrogant words, the curvaceous woman's eyelids twitched violently. She pinched the muscles on Luo Yi's arm and whispered in a voice