"Brother Su, Sister Yuehua, Sect Master Ning asked us to discuss what we should do next!"
Zhu Zhuqing came up to Zhao Su and Tang Yuehua and spoke.
The three of them then headed toward the conference room.
"Bibi Dong, you're nothing but a commander without an army now. You're no longer that insufferably arrogant Pope!"
"Even if I'm not the Pope, I'm still stronger than you!"
Zhao Su and the other two had only just reached the conference room when they heard Chen Xin and Bibi Dong exchanging barbs.
Neither would yield an inch.
Everyone else sat there without saying a word.
By now, they also understood that if they wanted to survive on the Douluo Continent with the gods descending upon it, they had to unite.
But the problem was that the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Clear Sky Sect, and Spirit Hall refused to bow to one another, making it impossible to bring them together.
"Grandpa Sword, this isn't the time for infighting!"
"I'm not trying to start a fight, but I will never ally with her and board the same boat."
"That's easy enough. You can leave on your own."
"Why should I leave? If anyone should leave, it's you. This isn't Spirit City."
"Enough, Uncle Jian. The past is the past. Stop clinging to it. Zhao Su is right. We need to find a way to unite our forces and first survive on this Douluo Continent where the gods have descended."
"Fengzhi, are we just going to let the destruction of our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect slide?"
Although Ning Fengzhi's words calmed Chen Xin somewhat, resentment still lingered in his heart.
Bibi Dong was not only the chief culprit responsible for leaving the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect homeless.
He had never had