Jin Tong Shen did not attack at once. Instead, he made a suggestion in an extraordinarily bewitching voice.
It was a suggestion that made people yearn for it the moment they heard it, carrying a truly powerful temptation.
After hearing Jin Tong Shen's words, Hong Jing Hai stepped forward. A trembling sound like music rang from his joints:
"I, Hong Jing Hai, conduct myself uprightly and sit with a straight back. I will absolutely never betray Holy Son Hong Fei Yu. But you only brought these few people to intercept me—are you trying to swallow all the benefits for yourself?"
Since the other side was in no hurry to attack, Hong Jing Hai was happy to chat with them a little longer.
After all, he had rushed here at top speed just now and had expended some energy.
Moreover, Hong Jing Hai was still at a disadvantage.
This gave him a chance to pry out more information.
And perhaps sow some discord between Jin Tong Shen and his subordinates while he was at it.
"How could that be? How could a mere Jin Tong Shen like me possibly swallow something as grand as the Divine Demon Ancestral Tomb? Even a tiny scrap from it would probably choke me to death. I still possess that much self-awareness. You should stop scheming and surrender obediently." Jin Tong Shen sneered.
Not to mention him—even his master, Qin Heng, had no intention of monopolizing the secret realm.
Because Hong Fei Yu had already intervened.
Unless one possessed the strength to utterly crush Holy Son Hong Fei Yu, no one could hope to take every benefit for themselves.
The Divine Demon Ancestral Tomb was destined to become a quagmire, perhaps even a battlefield where flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Jin Tong Shen was somewhat reluctant