The Beast Emperor's Scheme Against Lin Ming
Inside the Beast Emperor Hall, the atmosphere was oppressive and heavy.
Except for the central throne carved with a five-clawed black dragon totem, which remained vacant and motionless, the remaining eight thrones were once again occupied by eight distinct beast emperors.
However, compared to their previous arrogance and disdain, this time, their faces carried a hint of solemnity and... thinly veiled annoyance.
"Ridiculous! Simply ridiculous!" the Demon Ape Emperor was the first to erupt. He slammed his huge palm fiercely onto the throne's armrest, producing a deafening sound, and roared,
"A human! A mere eighth-tier human! Daring to slaughter our clansmen in our own territory as if they were butchering chickens and dogs! This is utter humiliation! It is a slap in the face to every single one of us beast emperors!"
"That Lin Ming is indeed as slippery as an eel," the Azure-Scaled Emperor's alluring face also carried a hint of gloom.
"He refuses to engage us in a head-on clash; every time, he strikes and runs. Moreover, that black dragon by his side seems to have mastered the ability of spatial traversal, making it utterly impossible for us to track him!"
"If this continues, the prestige of our Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain Range will be utterly swept into the dust!"
In the Golden Feather Emperor's sharp gaze, icy killing intent flickered. "We must eliminate him as soon as possible! Otherwise, what face do we beast emperors have left to rule over the myriad beasts?"
The other beast emperors also spoke one after another, expressing their anger towards Lin Ming and their desire to kill him. Having lived for hundreds of years, they had never been driven to such a sorry state by a single human until now.
Right at that moment,