In an instant, all the cultivators in the hall looked at each other in disbelief. Not waiting for Shen Qiang? They're going demon hunting on their own? Even just thinking with their toes, it was clear this was a meat bun thrown to a dog, never to return. So almost instantly, they were frozen there.
The cultivator in his forties who had slammed the table earlier was momentarily stunned before hurriedly exclaiming, "Shen Qiang, what are you saying? So many comrades have waited for you for so long, and now you say they don't need to wait for you? Are you trying to be a cowardly deserter?"
Upon hearing this, the crowd of cultivators immediately began buzzing.
"Shen Qiang, you're the King of Demons. How can you retreat right before the battle?"
"It's really disappointing. Everyone came from afar to help you. How can you say such a thing at such a critical moment?"
