"This is really quite unfair! How can the death of the Second Elder of the Qilin Race be blamed on our Ba Xia Race?" The Second Elder of the Ba Xia Race was filled with anger and frustration, but thinking about how Lin Xuankong could unleash such terrifying power in the Blood-colored Mist Forbidden Land, he did not dare to lose his temper and just started grumbling!
Lin Xuankong snorted coldly:
"Unfair? As soon as your Ba Xia Race appeared, you immediately declared you would feast on the Qilin Race members, claiming you wanted to personally taste the blood and flesh of the Qilin Race. When you said those words, wasn't the Qilin Race wronged? What offense have they ever committed against your Ba Xia Race?
In order to enter this Blood-colored Mist Forbidden Land, the Qilin Race even spent a large amount of Spirit Fruit and Elixir from the Qilin Spirit Mountain just to avoid any conflict with your Ba Xia Race!
