The Winged Race man grumbled inwardly, but he did not dare be careless. He was certain that if this Human Race Weapon Cultivator made a move, he would be the first target.
So no matter what, he did not want any conflict with the other party.
He immediately lowered his stance even further. "Dao Brother, please be magnanimous. Our strength truly cannot compare to yours. We beg you not to disdain us and to take us in. When the Star Abyss Gate opens in the future, we will all serve as your vanguard."
The Clone looked at him blandly, making the Winged Race man go cold all over.
"Sure!" The Clone suddenly spoke in a boisterous voice. "But I do not need so much trash. I will take in half of you. As for the other half..." He did not finish, his expression carrying a teasing edge.
But every Merging Dao cultivator knew exactly what he meant.
Precisely because they understood, their expressions changed. Their earlier panic and wariness slowly faded, and one after another, they all looked calmly at Lu Ye.
How could they possibly fall for such a childish tactic of sowing discord? If they could be fooled by that, they would never have cultivated to their current level.
At worst, they would fight it out. They had the numbers, and although the Human Race Sword Cultivator was at the Merging Dao Peak, killing them would still require him to pay an extremely heavy price.
"Just kidding. No need to be so nervous!" The Clone suddenly chuckled.
The many Merging Dao cultivators led by the Winged Race man could not help frowning. They only felt that this Human Race man really had something wrong with his head. So moody and unpredictable—there was clearly something off about him.
"Alright,