"You're so vicious."
Looking at the grim-faced peacock, the Golden-Winged Roc crouched down beside him, a short blade, about an inch long, appeared out of thin air in his hand, radiating a terrifying golden light, and as his fingertips rubbed against it, sparks flew.
"Since they will be completely suppressed by the Great Dao Divine Ban for ten breaths.
Why don't we take advantage of these ten breaths to wipe them all out at once?
It would cut off future troubles and be quite satisfying."
"Put away your murderous intent, the Great Dao Divine Ban can only suppress their cultivation methods, it won't render them useless.
Two Primordial Spirit True Honors, and a True Dragon Inheritor.
Ten breaths of time are not enough to kill them all, if we let one slip, both of us will find it hard to escape smoothly.
So snuff out that thought of yours early.
This is a great opportunity for us to escape from this place, if missed, it might be hard to encounter another one.
