"I, Xia Wulong, am not one to be unable to afford defeat. You've won against me; from now on, my life is yours," Xia Wulong said solemnly.
"Is there anyone else among you who is not convinced?" Xu Zimei looked at the crowd behind him and asked.
The crowd fell silent.
Obviously, Xia Wulong's strength was considered quite strong among them.
If even Xia Wulong was defeated in an instant, they had the self-awareness to know there was no need to fight.
"Alright, alright, let's all work together in harmony for prosperity," Zhao Guangrong chuckled from the side.
"I have already arranged things simply; everyone should fulfill their duties, and working together to guard Flame Mountain is the priority."
Xu Zimei didn't say much more.
He felt no sense of belonging to Yao Pond, he had agreed purely for the Ancient God Legacy.
If he could guard it, he would; if not, he'd just flee.
This wasn't his home, so naturally, he was different from these people.
The crowd gradually dispersed.
