The crowd below seemed to have been infused with adrenalin. They were caught up in the frenzy of the moment as they raised their arms and chanted.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
When Dao Qiongcang saw this scene, his expression was bland. He sighed slightly in his heart.
Trust was trust, and intimidation was intimidation.
Now when he saw that everyone was on high alert, it seemed the Heavenly Group was already established.
But for some reason.
Dao Qiongcang was still a little worried.
He didn't need to use his fingers to do a divination, he knew where the root was-there was no sense of tension!
The Saints around him weren't stupid.
On the contrary, as long as they used their brains, they were all very smart. Otherwise, they would not have been elected to the Council of Ten.
