The Phoenix's brief obstruction gave Bai Shuang the time she needed to escape and seek help, and soon, the Elders of Qingqiu converged together.
They stood beside the Phoenix, with a hint of surrounding the War God in a manner that suggested ganging up on the fewer.
The War God's indifferent gaze swept over the crowd, void of emotion, as if he were looking at a group of ants unworthy of his fear.
He felt Little Beast Bai Bai in his arms become restless and lightly stroked its head to soothe it.
Little Beast Bai Bai once again fell into sweet dreams.
A white-bearded old man leaning on a cane stepped forward, the Great Elder of Qingqiu.
"War God, you have suddenly made a move against the Princess of Qingqiu. Please give us an explanation or, even if you are the War God, we old bones would like to see what you're made of!"
"Fight."
The War God threw back a single word.
He meant he did not want to explain, but rather to start fighting directly.
