This is no longer a small Mahayana matter, it is a matter of face.

After thinking for a moment, the Centaur clan leader's ugly face revealed a smile and said:

"Everyone, this is also an opportunity for us."

"What opportunity?" The other three clan leaders on the light screen all looked over.

The eyes of the Centaur clan leader flashed with wisdom: "We can give the clan an ultimatum and ask them to hand over Gu Shuo. If they don't hand it over, we will start a clan war. Our four clans will join forces to attack the human clan."

"This... that Human Immortal King Luo Tianxing..."

The centaurs waved their hands and said: "It's too far away from us, so don't worry too much. And we don't really want to start a clan war."

The other three clan leaders' eyes lit up: "What do you mean?"

"We pretended to start a clan war, and we actually attacked several times. If the human clan handed over Gu Shuo, the human clan's spine and bones would be broken, and the human clan in Jizhou would be nothing in the future.

It is very likely that in a few hundred years, the human race in Jizhou will disappear completely. There will no longer be this race. A race with a broken spine. When the time comes, it will not only be our four races that come up to bite us, but also other races.

I won’t let go of this piece of fat either.”
Chapter completed!