"All right. Since the Qilin Heavenly Venerable has spoken, I'll do him this favor. What does everyone else think?"
Gu Tianshen broke the silence and spoke first.
"We brothers are only here to watch the show. You lot have fun." The Ghost Corpse Emperor shrugged and spoke indifferently.
"I agree. I think it's an excellent suggestion, too. Let's all take a step back. What's the point of all this fighting and killing, right? We're all getting on in years. Harmony is what matters." Puni spoke with a kindly expression as well.
Inwardly, however, he was cursing furiously.
If this were on your turf, what would I care how you fought over it?
Ying said coolly, "My race isn't interested."
This so-called divine beast bloodline was of no use to her Divine Angel Race, and they disliked contact with men to begin with.
Long Jian had groped her breasts when she was young, and she still held a grudge to this day.
She had come this time only because she had sensed what was happening here.
"Hehehe, to be honest, I'm very interested. But with so many dear brothers and sisters here, what can little old me do? I'll just have to go along with you."
Mo Huang giggled repeatedly, her seductive manner enough to send anyone's imagination running wild, yet no one dared make a move.
"Ahem. As long as it doesn't fall into the hands of certain scoundrels, I have no objection," Carlos said.
But no one knew exactly whom he meant by those scoundrels.
A cold sneer curled Long Jian's lips. "I have no objection either."
"I object!"
The Sacred Lord Jiuling shouted, beside himself with rage.
Gu Tianshen simply cast him a cool glance.
Bang!
The Sacred Lord Jiuling was instantly sent flying.
The Sacred Lord Jiuling