Shen Luo listened to the words of Bai Xiaotian and the others, his feelings incredibly complex, with some disappointment and yet some touch of emotion in his heart.
He was disappointed by the tacit agreement reached by the Major Sects in the joint attack on Mount Fangcun, but he was also moved by these friends who, knowing they were entering a dragon's den and a tiger's lair, were still willing to risk their lives for him alone.
At this moment, the members of the Demon Race also clearly understood the situation at hand and relaxed considerably.
"I can give you all a chance, leave right now, and this matter will have nothing to do with you, otherwise..." the Golden Wings Large peng, spoke, his words heavy with threat.
"Otherwise what? Do you dare to resort to murder?" Bai Xiaotian snapped his folding fan shut, frowning as he asked.