As soon as the Green Rhino Demon Emperor finished speaking, the other subsidiary Imperial Venerables of the Spirit Race also began voicing their opinions.
Every one of them was disparaging the Sword Clan—or rather, disparaging Sword Clan initiates.
Elder Linglong gave a soft laugh, then looked at Tian Tao. "Elder Tian Tao, I don't think Ling Qi and that little girl of your Celestial Race need to fight again. Your little girl has rested enough just now."
"But as for the test, I don't think there's any need for it."
"Based on what I've just observed, how about I select some talented disciples from our Spirit Race to attend your genius banquet?"
He had heard Sikong Jing's words as well: Ling Qi was bound to lose.
Though Elder Linglong found it difficult to tell whether Ling Qi would lose, Sikong Jing had already made him lose so much face. If Ling Qi then lost to Tao Qi as well, the blow would truly be fatal.
It would greatly bolster the Celestial Race's arrogance—and even that of the Ten Thousand Demon Hall.
Thus, Elder Linglong decided not to let Ling Qi fight again, though he still had to find an excuse on the surface.
Tian Tao smiled faintly. "Fine. There's no need to waste any more time."
He readily agreed.
The Spirit Race had already been slapped in the face by Sikong Jing of the Feather Alliance. There was no need to push them too hard. After all, this was merely a small contest rather than a true slaughter. The goal of expanding the Celestial Race's influence had already been achieved.
As the strongest figures of the two most powerful races present spoke, the two banquets officially began.
The battle between Tao Qi and Ling Qi, which countless people had anticipated,