"It's just a minor conflict, and besides, you were the ones who showed disrespect first. Yet you demand we each lose an arm—aren't you going too far?"
At this point, even Mo Wangchen couldn't hold back anymore. He stepped forward, his gaze sweeping towards the Divine Flame Saint in midair, and spoke calmly.
"Oh?"
Upon hearing this, the Divine Flame Saint chuckled. "It seems you have a problem with my words? If you are unwilling to lose an arm, then today, leave your life here."
His words were indifferent, yet carried an unmatched confidence. A cold smile appeared on his face, showing no regard for Mo Wangchen and his group, as if he viewed them as mere ants.
"How arrogant. We have no intention of becoming enemies with anyone, but if you insist, don't blame us for striking back today." Emperor Huang and the others also showed displeasure. To them, this so-called Divine Flame Saint's strength might be slightly greater than theirs, but not enough to belittle them.
