" Everyone, come with me and destroy this Xia Clan."
The second Death Race member roared.
But no one made a move.
Lu Ming sneered in his heart.
He knew very well that it was not his strength that had completely suppressed the experts present.
There were definitely more people who were stronger than Lu Ming.
However, the Twelve Supreme Venerables were not an alliance of brothers. In fact, the competition between the Twelve Supreme Venerables was very intense. In order to fight for resources and strengthen the True Palace, it was common for them to kill each other. Some of them had great enmity with each other.
In addition, Lu Ming was not weak. He was not an ant that could be easily killed. If he attacked Lu Ming, he would lose his strength or even be injured and taken advantage of by others. The gains would not make up for the losses.
Therefore, no one made a move for the time being.
