All the Evil Chosen Emperors felt her killing intent and bone-deep contempt.
Though intimidated by Qin Yu's current strength, each of the Evil Chosen Emperors was defiant and temperamental, naturally incensed as a group.
Mo Shu gripped the Long Sword at his waist and said, "What does it matter if a war starts, as long as you can decide for the Chosen."
His gaze swept over Feng Emperor and others, "As far as I know, you are not the one calling the shots for the Chosen."
Those who play with swords also have their schemes. In this moment of crisis, with Qin Yu's unbeatable strength, Mo Shu can only stir the flames within the Chosen.
The Chosen Emperors sensed Mo Shu's intense ill intentions, but unfortunately, Qin Yu didn't react, her gaze shifted directly to someone else.
"Why haven't you left yet?"
Listen to the tone—is that how one speaks?
Unload the millstone to kill the Donkey, dismantle the Bridge after crossing, ungrateful.
