In an instant, the Wolf Lord, the Sand King, and the others who had been about to leave stopped in their tracks.
Everyone enjoyed watching a spectacle, especially one with swords drawn and bows bent.
That made it all the more interesting.
Both Sacred Dragon Legend and the Wolf Sage frowned.
They, too, looked toward the Purple Crystal Mandala Flower King.
To them, an ordinary Saint Spirit Tier wild beast was no different from an ant-at most, a slightly stronger insect.
But to the Wolf Pack Special Beast Tamer Corps back then, whose highest rank had only been peak Monarch Rank, it had been unimaginably powerful.
Back then, the Wolf Pack Special Beast Tamer Corps had accidentally entered the World Tree's small world through a torn-open rift. Of the entire Wolf Pack, only Liu Yun and Leng Ao had made it out alive.
Everyone else, including their captain, Su Chongguang, had died inside.
Comrades who shared a trench were practically brothers, let alone members of a special unit like the Wolf Pack.
After countless brushes with death together, they were closer than brothers, even if they shared no blood.
Thus, although the Poison Saint's words might have seemed heedless of the bigger picture to anyone, no one reproached her at that moment.
Had she still been at Monarch Rank, Lady Liu naturally would have had no standing to say anything at a time like this.
But as a Saint Spirit Tier beast tamer, faced with such a blood feud, how could the Poison Saint have pretended not to see it?
Thus, once they understood the reason, neither Sacred Dragon Legend nor the Wolf Sage said anything.
Even the Battle Wolf Emperor, whom the latter had been about to recall into his Beast Taming Space, came to stand beside the Wolf