After seeing off this batch of talented quasi-emperors, Brother Cheng acted as if nothing had happened.
"Alright, alright, everyone go back and continue cultivating diligently."
"Scatter, scatter!"
How could they disperse?
Something big happened, didn't it?
Cang Ji, Yikong, and Ao Yang Ya Ci all looked at him helplessly.
"Great Emperor..."
"Isn't this a bit inappropriate?"
"Driving them away is equivalent to rejecting the collaboration intent from the Ice Phoenix, Kunpeng, White Tiger, Ancient Ape, and other Great Emperors!"
"If we had these powerful races as allies, the Qilin Race wouldn't be able to shake us at all..."
"Where does all this unnecessary talk come from?"
Brother Cheng impatiently interrupted them.
"Do you really want more competitors to fight for the spoils?"
With those words, everyone fell silent.
Then they shook their heads like rattles, doing a complete 180 in their attitude.
"The Great Emperor is absolutely right!"
