"Fellow Daoists, my Spirit Race has never harbored any grudges against the Purple Clouds Holy Land or the Rosy Clouds Holy Land. By attacking today, are you provoking my Spirit Race?" Ling Yu looked at the two elders from the Purple Clouds Holy Land and the Rosy Clouds Holy Land with an unfriendly expression, speaking solemnly.
Although they were not equal in numbers, the Spirit Race had never lost in terms of aura.
"You may indeed have no grudges with us, but by provoking Fellow Daoist Su Chen, you have made a mistake!" Elder Wang from the Purple Clouds Holy Land said with an unfriendly look.
Hearing this, Ling Yu's expression immediately darkened. He glanced up at Su Chen and finally said helplessly, "Fellow Daoist Su Chen, many of our younger generation in the race have been disrespectful. I hope you won't take offense!"
"Haha..." Su Chen chuckled but did not respond. His profound gaze remained fixed on the Spirit Race members.
