Gu Zheng suddenly stood up, greed and murderous intent intertwining within his eyes.
The appearance of the Phoenix Arm was an immense temptation for an old monster like him, whose life was nearing its end and longed for a breakthrough.
Transplanting the Phoenix Arm could not only grant powerful strength but also potentially unveil the secret of Nirvana and rebirth, extending his already dwindling life!
"Send out the order!" Gu Zheng's voice was slightly hoarse due to excitement,
"Immediately deploy the Ancient Divine Guards! And summon a group of elders of rank! This time, I will personally lead the team!"
"A mere Spirit Academy dares to harm our Ancient Race members, they shall be executed!"
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At the time the Ancient Race was grandly mobilizing troops, negotiations at the Falling God Mountains lacked no verbal skirmishes, but the atmosphere had subtly changed.
