"Trying to sow discord?" Ye Ci sneered as he climbed to his feet and looked at the Prison Emperor.
The Prison Emperor sneered. "Sow discord? No, no, no. There's no need for that at all."
"Do you know why I was able to find this place?"
"It was all thanks to him."
The Prison Emperor's gaze fell on Qin Luo, his eyes filled with amusement.
He did not care what Qin Luo had in mind, nor did he care whether the Ghost Emperor Rank cultivator he had sent here before had been killed by Qin Luo. In any case, he had believed Qin Luo's words and sent two more Ghost Emperor Rank cultivators over. Now, they were dead.
Hearing the Prison Emperor's words, Ye Ci laughed.
"Ha ha ha!"
"Your trick is far too cheap."
"What Qin Luo did and did not do, I know better than you."
"You want to slander an Emperor Rank powerhouse of my Primordial Ghost Domain and destroy the unity of my Ninth Legion? Dream on!"
"What a cheap tactic." Qin Luo shook his head as well.
He had not expected this partner of his to have no bottom line at all, selling him out so quickly.
Fortunately, the other party had no evidence and could only fling accusations around.
"System..."
[System: Please kill more Ghost Race members, Host, and obtain enough Mandate Value.]
Well then, before Qin Luo could even speak, the System had already crushed his idea.
Without money, the System would not budge at all.
"Fine, fine, fine. You're right. Only by killing more Ghost Race members can I obtain enough Mandate Value."
"In that case, let's do it!"
Qin Luo looked at the Ghost Race members surging out from behind the Prison Emperor, and his gaze sharpened.
He did