Crisis

"Mm-hm!" Xun'er silently nestled in Xiao Yu's arms.

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

Inside Great Luo Heaven Hall, Ghost Emperor sat in the main hall with Thunder Venerable and the others, their expressions somewhat strange as they looked at Mandala standing on the raised 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 the master of Great Luo Heaven—the Great Luo Domain Lord, Mandala.

"When will Mister Xiao Yu arrive?" After remaining silent for a while, Ghost Emperor could not help asking Mandala.

They had been here for half a day already, yet Mandala had merely said she had reported their arrival to Xiao Yu. Half a day had passed, but Xiao Yu had yet to appear, and they could not help growing anxious!

Mandala swept her gaze across those below and said coolly, "What are you in such a hurry for? He'll come when it's time for him to come!"

Ancestor Danyang, seated below, immediately frowned. "What do you mean by that? We came here to negotiate peace, not to be insulted. If this is how you intend to treat us, then forget the negotiations. Let's just go to war!"

Mandala's expression turned slightly cold. Just as she was about to speak, a figure abruptly 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 changed sharply.

"Want to go to war? Then please leave. Let's set the time for three days from now," Xiao Yu