"What's the fact?" someone shouted.

"The fact is..." Shura, the poisonous hand, said coldly: "Even if we all join forces, we are not a match between the blood clan and the werewolf!"

"So what can happen to the bloody battle? By then, we will all die, and the other party will be fine, and they will still snatch our things and burn our territory!"

Shura, the poisonous hand, looked at the people who were angry before and sneered: "People who can't even see this are all fools, hopeless idiots."

When those people heard this before, they felt dissatisfied and retorted: "I haven't even beaten, so I say we will be defeated. You are developing the ambitions of others and destroying your own prestige."

Someone else mocked: "The poisonous Shura is both good and evil. She is also a well-known figure in the martial arts world. Unexpectedly, she is a foul-free person."

Someone even sneered: "If you don't want to join the war, just squeeze your own tail and run away directly, why bother here to speak out?"

At this moment, Shura, the poisonous hand, seemed to have become the center of being reprimanded, and all kinds of ridicule and sarcasm all burst out.

Xiao Zheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

He knew that things weren't that simple.

The water behind this sect conference is very deep. I guess this so-called poisonous Shura is just a prop that was pushed to the front desk, and there are many things behind it.

Thinking of this, Xiao Zheng looked at Yao Qiantu and Hua Muyang in the stands. The latter noticed Xiao Zheng's gaze and smiled at Xiao Zheng.

There seemed to be a sense of confidence in the smile.

Xiao Zheng had no expression on his face, withdrew his gaze and continued to look into the field.

I saw that the poisonous Shura was looked at by everyone, but the expression on his face had not changed at all. Instead, the sneer on the corners of his mouth became stronger and stronger, and the sarcasm was getting stronger and stronger.

"madness!"

He sneered.

He sent the sound far away with his energy and suppressed it again.

The square became quiet, and many people stared at Shura, the Holy Hand in anger.

"Hmph, do you really know the strength gap between the werewolf of the blood clan and us?" Shura, the poisonous hand, asked with a sneer, "How many great masters are there among you?"

"How many quasi-martial saints are there among you?"

"How many martial saints are there among you?"

These three questions spurted out from the mouth of Shura, the poisonous hand, like a storm. Before everyone could answer, Shura, the poisonous hand, began to ask and answer: "No, not many!"

He waved his arms, as if he was very excited, but the sarcastic scent on his face was even stronger, "How many masters are there? I'm afraid you can't pick twenty of them out of more than a thousand of you!"

"Where is the quasi-martial saint? I'm afraid there are only a few."

"Where is the Martial Saint? Haha, I don't think there is any one!"

"Even if the four major martial arts holy places are added, how much can this number be increased?"

Speaking of this, Shura, the poisonous hand paused slightly, glanced at the crowd that had become silent, and said coldly: "The blood clan and werewolf are both ancient races in the West. They not only have countless strong men, but also each strong man and individual strength are much stronger than ours!"

"A blood clan can easily defeat the three of us in the same realm!"

"So did wetwolf."

"Want to fight? How to fight? Even if we are twice as powerful as this group of perverted opponents, we are not opponents at all!"

At this time, the expression of the poisonous Shura became cold, "In the martial arts world, the strong prey on the weak, and the strong are respected! This is an eternal law."

“There is a reason behind this.”

"In martial arts, there is a terrifying gap between every realm, and the gap is like a gap that cannot be crossed at all."

"So, in the martial arts world, a simple number can't play any role at all. A thousand peak military masters may not be able to defeat an innate master."

"A hundred innate masters may not be able to defeat one master!"

"Even if there are twenty or thirty masters, they will probably be easily killed by the Martial Saint!"

"Among the blood clan and werewolf, there are so many top strong men. How can we fight with them? Once the war starts, we will be defeated!"

After saying this, Shura, the poisonous hand, glanced at everyone with a bit of contempt, as if he had beaten everyone.

But in the square, the heroes could only remain silent. They had to admit that the analysis of Shura, the Holy Hand, was really reasonable.

This principle is very heavy, but it has to be accepted.

However, some people still refused to shout: "If it were as you said, our Eastern martial arts world would have been destroyed by the West long ago! There has been no war between the East and the West in history. When was the West able to conquer the East?"

Shura's mouth suddenly sneered and said, "This is a good question. Next, I may have to say something disrespectful, but that's the truth."

"Yes, our power in the East is no weaker than that in the West. Even in terms of the foundation of martial arts, it is even more powerful than that in the West."

"But where are those powerful forces?"

“In seclusion in the back mountain of the holy land!”

"It's impossible for them to come out without the most critical moment."

"Since that's the case, what does such a power mean to us?"

"At that time, we will fight blood and all die. Blood will sprinkle on the earth. They will come out to clean up the mess, kill the werewolf of the blood clan, and win the East."

"Then what?"

"We are all corpses."

Shura, the poisonous hand, sarcastically said, "Do you like this ending very much?"

Everyone was silent again.

Xiao Zheng looked at Shura, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

Although he didn't like it very much, he had to admit that Shura, the poisonous hand, had grasped the most critical point.

People's hearts are about to be changed by him!

Sure enough, this time, the silent people in the square had no rebuttals.

Many people's eyes flashed with complex colors, hesitation, helplessness, and confusion.

"You have said so much and have such a big message, and you can't fight. But the blood clan and werewolf, they are indeed attacking, so what should we do? Do you have a solution?"

Someone shouted.

There was a little despair, a little trembling, and a little powerlessness in this voice.

"How?" Shura, the savage hand, spread his hands, "What's my solution?"

"I said it before, I just want to explain a fact to you."

"As for the solution..." Shura, the Holy Hand, sighed for the first time, "What fuck can I have?"

The whole audience was dead silent.

The originally passionate anger was wiped out, and people looked at each other and saw the confusion and fear of the future from each other's eyes.
Chapter completed!