"Oh, really?" John looked at Blood Moon with a gleam in his eye, an idea forming in his mind.
Pulling the group aside, he said, "I've got a plan, though it's not exactly honorable. Our biggest competition is definitely the Shadow Clan. When you're near any of them, you should intentionally provoke them—mock them, rile them up."
"Is that really necessary?" Cand-Dragon and Nine-Tails exchanged uneasy glances, clearly uncomfortable.
They were both upper-tier god-level powerhouses, figures of prestige and dignity. Stooping to the level of shouting insults like common rabble didn't sit well with them—it would tarnish their image.
John rolled his eyes, "What's wrong with that? Do you still want Tony to make it out alive or not?"
Tony immediately nodded in agreement, saying, "Lord, insulting people is pretty satisfying, especially when it's those Shadow Clan scum."
Cand-Dragon shot Tony a sharp glare.
