Octagonal table meeting.
Seated here were the representatives of the 8 great tycoons.
In the past, whenever the human race had a decision to make.
Everyone would gather together to discuss.
Unless it was a special occasion, they wouldn't call for such a meeting.
Because such a meeting represented a trial.
"Virtual world company, what exactly do you want."
At the octagonal table, a middle aged man rubbed his chin.
This person's hair was like fire, his eyes were pitch black, his left and right cheeks had 3 scars like a cat's whiskers.
A red robe draped over his body, golden battle boots on his feet.
A blood moon scimitar was sheathed by his waist, his left hand supporting himself on the octagonal table, his right leg wide open, his body arched as he squinted at the southern direction of the octagonal table.
"You guys sure are vicious."
"If it wasn't for the 2nd world that you guys developed being revealed, we wouldn't even know that you guys have the weakness of the entire human race."
"With a thought, you can destroy the human race, good methods, good methods."
The middle aged man laughed and clapped, his eyes filled with mockery and aggression.
The others at the table didn't speak.
At this time, the true leaders of the various parties hadn't arrived yet, before they spoke, they wouldn't unwisely participate.
Dong …
Before the middle aged man finished, a cat tailed lady stood out from the southern direction, slamming the table.
"Huo Zhu! Don't slander us! "
"Our virtual world company has never thought of destroying the human race, we won't do it, we can't do it!"
"Why not?"
The middle aged man in the northwest squinted, his fingers digging into his ears.
"The leader of your virtual world company is an outsider, and your upper echelon, they aren't humans."
Following which, the middle aged man looked at the old man in the east.
"President, those who aren't of our race definitely have ulterior motives."
"President, we don't." The person in the south spoke up.
The one sitting in the east was the president of the Supremes association, also one of the highest beings of the human race.
He had white hair and a youthful face.
He sat casually on his chair.
He wore a white robe, which accentuated his celestial aura.
No one knew how long he had lived for.
All they knew was that he was the longest-living human of the human race.
There were 24 people standing behind him, all of whom were overlords.
As for the ones who spoke.
They were from the Virtual World Corporation and the Universe Allied Arena respectively.
"Nine Faces, Candle … Both of you, stop talking." The old man lightly knocked on the table. "You're all overlords, so why are you still making a ruckus like a junior?"
The Nine-Faced Overlord did not say anything else.
However, the Candlelight Overlord was relentless. It was as if he wanted to use this octagonal table meeting to crush the Virtual World Corporation.
"Guild Leader."
Candlelight grinned.
"I'm just reminding you out of goodwill. I don't mean anything else."
"Zhu Huo! Are you trying to start a war? "
In an instant, with the Nine-Faced Overlord as the leader, the Virtual World Corporation took a step forward.
Boundless cosmic energy was released from their bodies.
There were a total of 72 people from the Virtual World Corporation. Among them, 36 were Overlords and 36 were Supremacies.
This was not even the full power of the Virtual World Corporation.
Even though the Octagonal Table Conference had been initiated, the Virtual World Corporation still had an important position in the universe, so there was still a need to leave some experts behind to oversee the universe.
Even so.
These 72 people had to exist.
Not to mention destroying the human race, just destroying some universe countries for fun was definitely not a problem.
"You think I'm afraid of you!"
The Candlelight slammed the table fiercely. Behind him, another 40 people walked up.
They were all Overlords and Supremacies.
"I haven't even settled the score with you for the scar on my face!"
In the past, outside …
It was hard to even meet an existence in a galaxy, yet here, they were all appearing in large numbers.
The other parties watched coldly from the sidelines.
Even though they were allies, they wouldn't make a move. This was because they were very clear that the guild leader wouldn't allow the Virtual World Corporation and the Universe Alliance Arena to make a move here.
"Enough!"
As expected, just as the two Leviathans were about to clash.
The old man's face was filled with rage.
"What time is it already, and you're still causing a ruckus. If you really have the ability, go kill a few Overlords and Supremacies … don't just be a pushover. "
"Tsk …"
The Candlelight Overlord spat, his face revealing a calm expression.
"Why would I bicker with you, a person who doesn't even deserve a seat in the Octagonal Table Conference, bickering with you is embarrassing."
Gently raising his hand, the experts of the arena retreated.
The Nine-Faced Overlord also raised his hand, the experts of the Virtual World Corporation also retreated.
"You're right."
"I don't deserve to sit on the Octagonal Table Chair, but even so, I beat you up to the point that you, who can sit on the chair, don't dare to leave the main planet for 3000 years."
"The Alliance Arena is only so-so."
"Ever since Senior Three Thousand Luo retired, the Alliance Arena has been declining year by year. If I hand the seat over to you, I'm afraid you'll cause the Alliance Arena to fall from its position, not even having the right to enter this place in the future! "
The Nine-Faced Overlord's words were like knives, scraping Candlelight's heart.
In terms of battle strength, even if he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed lacking.
Beaten up to the point that he didn't dare to leave the main planet for 3000 years.
This was the greatest humiliation of his life.
Yet he didn't have the ability to rebut.
"Don't talk about me, I'm afraid you won't even be able to beat our Virtual World Corporation's Seven Ghosts." The Nine-Faced Overlord didn't give up. "You better behave yourself. If the Virtual World Corporation wants to destroy you, it'll be as easy as killing an ant, understand?"
In just a short few minutes …
The momentum of the Virtual World Corporation had already surpassed that of the Joint Gladiator Arena.
"Heh …"
Overlord Candlelight pretended to sneer.
The Nine-Faced Overlord tilted his head and smiled as he looked at Overlord Candlelight's ashen face.
"Sure enough, like master, like servant."
"The master is not human, and the servant is also treacherous. You don't deserve to enter the Octagonal Table Conference, and you don't deserve to stay in the human race."
Overlord Candlelight didn't know what to say, so he could only try to save some face.
Boom …
In an instant, Overlord Candlelight, who was sitting on the chair, was suddenly sent flying, blood spurting out of his mouth.
Everyone trembled, not knowing what had happened.
Immediately, the man in the north had a solemn expression.
"Candlelight, you misspoke."
At the same time, in the pitch-black Octagonal Table Conference Space.
A graceful and luxuriously dressed woman in red high heels walked out. Behind her were nine snow-white tails.
She seemed to be born with this trait of attracting attention.
The moment she entered, everyone noticed her.
"Big Sister."
The Nine-Faced Overlord ran out with a smile. The newcomer gently touched Nine-Faced's cheeks and glanced at Overlord Candlelight, who was on the ground. The corners of her lips curled up, and she walked straight to her seat.
"Dog … Looks like it's not easy to be a dog."
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