Divine Artifact, Divine Striking Whip

Regarding Mo Aotian's warning, Ping Xiu only smiled disdainfully and said coldly, "Left Envoy Aotian, don't you think such words are ridiculous?"

"The gods view all living beings as food, but in the eyes of your Demon Cult, the lives of my Flat River Dynasty's billions of people are no different from grass by the roadside."

"After the matter with the Bi Fang Empire is over, the Flat River Dynasty will lose its value to the Demon Cult. Wouldn't it still be abandoned?"

"At that time, the outcome of the Flat River Dynasty will probably be even worse than the Monet Dynasty."

Mo Aotian could not refute Ping Xiu's words. He could only fall silent with an ugly expression.

Seeing that Mo Aotian was speechless, Ping Xiu continued in a cruel voice, "If I'm abandoned by the Demon Cult and let the Bi Fang Empire destroy me, I'll die."

"We'll die if we become the food of the gods."