Crisis

"Mm-hm!" Xun Er silently nestled into Xiao Yu's embrace.

After some time, Xiao Yu finally left. Mandala had sent word that the leaders of several other factions on Tianluo Continent had arrived at Great Luo Heaven!

Within Great Luo Heaven Hall, Ghost Emperor led Venerable Zilei and the others as they sat in the main hall, their expressions somewhat strange as they looked at Mandala standing atop the platform.

Mandala was petite. Since her true form was a Mandala Flower, she was still in her juvenile stage. Ghost Emperor and the others naturally knew that this little girl before them was Mandala, the master of Great Luo Heaven and the ruler of the Great Luo Territory.

"May I ask when Mister Xiao Yu will arrive?" After remaining silent for a while, Ghost Emperor could not help but look at Mandala and ask.

They had been here for half a day already, but Mandala had merely said she had gone to report to Xiao Yu. Yet Xiao Yu had not appeared after all this time, and they could not help growing anxious!

Mandala swept her gaze over those below and said flatly, "What are you so anxious for? He will come when it is time for him to come."

Old Ancestor Danyang immediately frowned. "What do you mean by that? We came here for peace talks, not to be humiliated. If this is how you intend to treat us, then perhaps there is no need for peace talks. Let us go to war directly!"

Mandala's expression turned slightly cold. Just as she was about to speak, a figure suddenly appeared upon the throne behind her, and an incomparably terrifying aura instantly spread through the hall.

The expressions of Ghost Emperor and the other four in the hall changed drastically.

"Want war?