Shakyamuni sighed. "That is why you should always leave a little room in all things, so you can face each other again someday."
There really was no need to take certain things to extremes.
Or perhaps he simply lacked that kind of courage.
He truly did not dare touch the Demon Emperor's elder brother-in-law.
Mo Yu trembled with rage. He could feel that if they failed this time, they would never have another chance to eliminate the Human Race.
But what could he do?
He was neither the Alliance Leader of the Ten Thousand Races nor the leader of the Buddhist Sect.
He was merely the leader of the Feather Race, hailed as the overlord of the skies. Even within the Feather Race, there were many who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him.
There were elders of the Feather Race he could not suppress. That was also why he had always fawned over Shakyamuni.
But clearly, his standing was not as high as he had imagined.
This Alliance Leader had not taken his words seriously.
That was the gulf between their positions and perspectives.
Having reached Shakyamuni's position,
his concerns were how to please the Sages and how to find an opportunity to advance.
Everything else was dispensable.
Never mind a mere Feather Race.
He did not truly care even about the entire Ten Thousand Races.
He had taken the position of Alliance Leader largely to carry out the Sages' instructions.
He would do everything in his power to handle the matter well.
Provided someone offered enough incentives.
Right now, however, those incentives were clearly not enough to make him give his all.
Mo Yu seethed inwardly, and his power slowly grew along with that hatred.
No one noticed the state he was in.
Not even the Sages.
Or