Dark Sand Dharma (3)

Voices filled with anger sounded in the Phoenix King Hall as if they were arguing about something.

"Silence!"

The Phoenix King on the throne suddenly opened his fiery, cold eyes.

"Phoenix King!"

The expressions of many Demon Phoenix race's clansmen changed as they bowed to the figure on the throne.

"The Celestial Feather race isn't just provoking us to join the Great Eight; their main goal is to obtain Destiny!"

His demeanor may have been explosive, but his words were delivered with icy precision.

"Destiny?"

"Don't tell me the Celestial Feather race wants to be the uncrowned king of No Man's Land?!"

"Dream on!"

Upon hearing the Phoenix King's words, many members spoke.

Destiny was the most important thing to a race.

Furthermore, the Demon Phoenix race occupied a portion of the Destiny power in No Man's Land.