After Yi Yun sat down, the black-dressed elder was still standing by the side like a wooden stake.
The black-dressed elder's expression was extremely ugly. Previously, Yi Yun had said to him, "What matter can't we sit down to discuss?"
But after Yi Yun said that, he did not even have a place to sit.
There were so many people in the room. Other than the Empyreal King sitting in the middle, there were a few peak-Yuan Opening realm experts around him. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, all of them were looking at the black-dressed elder, making him feel extremely embarrassed.
At this moment, the former Desolate Queen waved her hand, indicating for the Desolate race guards to bring a new chair over and place it beside Yi Yun.
Seeing the chair being brought over, the black-dressed elder's expression finally turned a little better. With a cold grunt, he was about to sit on the chair, but he never expected that Yi Yun would gently press on the armrest of the chair and beckon to Lin Xintong.
"Xintong, come over and sit."
Oh?
The black-dressed elder's eyes widened. His legs that had just taken a step froze.
He watched helplessly as Lin Xintong, dressed in a white dress, slowly walked over. In the dark hall, she was like a fairy walking in the dark night.
At this moment, the black-dressed elder was of course closer to the chair. As long as he took two steps, he would be able to sit on the chair before Lin Xintong, but...
He did not have the confidence!
It was not that the black-dressed elder was afraid that Yi Yun would do anything to him. In this situation, it was fine if Yi Yun released his aura to suppress others, but it was impossible for him to attack.
The real reason why the black-dressed elder did not have the confidence was because Lin Xintong was slowly walking over.
Lin Xintong casually took a step forward, and there seemed to be nomological Dao patterns intertwining beneath her feet. Lin Xintong's strength was already unfathomable.
However, she usually kept a low profile, and most of the time, she followed behind Yi Yun. She seldom made a move, so she did not stand out.
The black-dressed elder knew that he was definitely not Lin Xintong's match.
In a warrior's world, the strong were respected. Under such circumstances, the second chair should have been taken by Lin Xintong.
How could he have the confidence to compete with Lin Xintong? Without the strength, if he were to bite the bullet and snatch Lin Xintong's seat, even the Human race would think that he was not qualified.
Hence, he could only watch helplessly as Lin Xintong calmly sat beside Yi Yun.
The black-clothed old man's face completely darkened.
At this moment, Cang Yan and the others, who were watching from nearby, completely understood one thing. This was something that was completely unimaginable and unbelievable to them.
That was Yi Yun and Lin Xintong. Not only did they have extraordinary statuses, even their strength, for some unknown reason, had reached the top of the Tian Yuan world!
Not only had Yi Yun and Lin Xintong been conferred the title of Empyreal King, they were also at the pinnacle amongst Empyreal Kings. In front of the two of them, the black-dressed elder did not have any temper.
Just as the black-dressed elder was feeling extremely embarrassed, the former Desolate Queen gestured for a Desolate race soldier to slowly bring over a second chair.
This chair was placed in a corner of the conference table.
"Mystic Tiger Immortal, you don't mind sitting there, right?"
The former Desolate Queen said nonchalantly. A languid and teasing smile hung on her lips. Mystic Tiger was the black-dressed elder's title, derived from his Aspect Totem form.
The former Desolate Queen did not have a good impression of the black-dressed elder.
The black-dressed elder grunted. He really wanted to flick his sleeves and leave, but he knew that it would be embarrassing if he did so. Furthermore, the negotiations between the Human and Desolate race had not ended.
He could only bear with it and sit down. However, as a result, he no longer had the aura of his Aspect Totem.
"Mystic Tiger, don't mind it. We are now a little weaker. So what if we let them be in the limelight at the conference? However, the Black-armored Demon God is about to descend. Jiang Xiaorou has been locked onto by the Black-armored Demon God, which is equivalent to her name being crossed off the Book of Life and Death. How long can the Desolate race be complacent for? And that Yi Yun, can he ignore Jiang Xiaorou? If he does, let's see how he does it! "
Just as the black-dressed elder was feeling aggrieved, a Yuan Qi voice transmission rang in his ears.
The person who sent the voice transmission was another member of the Tian Yuan Elder Consortium.
More than half a year ago, when Yi Yun was invited to Greatsword Mountain, this person had witnessed Yi Yun's strength. Of course, he did not wish for Yi Yun, who could easily control his fate in the future, to mature.
Mystic Tiger coldly grunted and transmitted his voice, "You are right. I want to see how long he can be arrogant. That Desolate race witch girl won't live for more than a few days. If only the Desolate race and Yi Yun could perish together with the Black-armored Demon God!"
With this thought in mind, Mystic Tiger gave Yi Yun a hateful glance. By perishing together, they could instantly get rid of the three scourges, Yi Yun, the Desolate race and the Black-armored Demon God. It would be a happy ending.
Of course, he was only thinking about it. He knew very well that the Black-armored Demon God was too strong. It was nearly impossible for Yi Yun and the Desolate race to perish together with him.
Yi Yun could already sense the animosity in Mystic Tiger's heart. After gaining Dao enlightenment in the Pure Yang Sword Palace, Yi Yun felt that everything around him was under his control. He did not even need to use his eyes to see.
"Young master Yi, it has only been a short ten months since we parted ways at Greatsword Mountain. Seeing you again today, your strength has improved. It is truly unbelievable."
The Sanctuary Island Lord said politely to Yi Yun. As Yi Yun chatted with the Sanctuary Island couple, he was also transmitting his voice to Jiang Xiaorou.
He needed to understand the background of the negotiation. In just a few sentences, Jiang Xiaorou had told Yi Yun everything that had happened recently.
When he heard that Jiang Xiaorou had been locked onto by the Black-armored Demon God, Yi Yun's heart tightened. "Sis Xiaorou, why did the Black-armored Demon God lock onto you?"
"I don't know either …" Jiang Xiaorou sighed. She felt that her existence had brought great trouble to the Desolate race and Yi Yun.
Jiang Xiaorou could not help but be happy that Yi Yun had come to the remote mountains at this moment, but she was even more worried.
Originally, when the Black-armored Demon God invaded the Desolate race headquarters, the Desolate race had to rely on the Sacred Spirit's defense, allowing them to retreat unscathed.
Back then, before Jiang Xiaorou retreated, she had left a message for Yi Yun, telling him the direction of her escape.
However, following that, the situation changed. The Black-armored Demon God was in hot pursuit, and he had locked onto Jiang Xiaorou. This prevented the Desolate race from escaping a second time. At this moment, Jiang Xiaorou no longer wished for Yi Yun to come to the remote mountains.
Up to now, Jiang Xiaorou could faintly sense that the Black-armored Demon God had locked onto her. Maybe in the next second, the Black-armored Demon God would suddenly appear here!
The Human race clearly sensed that the Black-armored Demon God's next attack would happen in a very short period of time. Hence, their negotiations with the Desolate race were extremely intense.
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