"Clang!"
In the Holy Soul Temple's hall, Mu Xuanshan slammed the teacup hard on the ground, shattering it to pieces.
"Outrageous, simply outrageous! Zhu Sha, that old scoundrel! He doesn't care about us at all!" Mu Xuanshan's face twisted with rage, anger blazing.
"Zhu Sha has the support of strong figures from the Holy Realm. Naturally, he won't care about us, merely using us," Ming Huang said grimly.
"But aside from allying with Zhu Sha, do we have any other options? That old bastard Zhu Sha is sure that we won't refuse," Leng Moye said through gritted teeth, extremely unwilling.
Tong Tian sighed and said, "Everyone, Zhu Sha seeks an alliance with us. Even if he is using us, it's helping us through a difficult time. With the help of great figures from the Holy Realm, we can survive. But if it were us, we wouldn't necessarily seek an alliance with him."
Tong Tian's words caused Mu Xuanshan and the others to fall silent.
Either form an alliance or wait for death.
