"Alright, Brother Lu agrees to form a team."
"However, the team will consist of just the two of us. All the others can be removed."
Lu Changsheng's words caused the Martial Saint in front of him to freeze, his eyes widening in shock as astonishment filled his face.
"What did you say? Remove the other Martial Saints, leaving only the two of us?"
The unfamiliar Martial Saint was dumbfounded.
He had seen many Martial Saints forming teams, some of them proud and aloof. But to insist on disallowing other Martial Saints and even expelling those who were already in the team—this was unheard of.
"Humph, arrogant."
"You want to kick us out of the team? Let's see if you have the power to hunt True Gods."
"You must be a fledgling Martial Saint, completely unaware of the power of a True God, yet dreaming of hogging the spoils? With just two of you, encountering a True God is a guaranteed death sentence."
