Even the once arrogant Qi Xuanfeng, at this moment, had his head bowed, not daring to lift it.
As for Xuan Hun, he was even more terrified, shivering behind the crowd, trying to make himself be overlooked.
Yet, under such circumstances, Xue An chuckled softly, murmuring, "It seems that reasoning is reserved for the strong, while the law of the jungle is for the weak."
While speaking, Xue An's voice was not loud—at least Qi Sixiang did not hear clearly what he was saying.
But that was not important to Qi Sixiang.
At this moment, he was all smiles as he said, "Mr. Xue, I think this matter should end here. From now on, my Heavenly Fire Divine Clan is willing to submit to you. What do you think?"
If Qi Sixiang's attitude before had stirred some commotion—
Now, his words were like an earthquake.
"What? The Heavenly Fire Divine Clan wants to submit? Am I hearing this right?" someone gasped.
"Yes, it sounds utterly incredible!" another echoed in disbelief.