Peerless War God

He was actually acting like a child. If she didn't know his background, she would have been fooled by him.    

"Calm down, we still have to think about it," Chen Xiao said.    

"What's the point of thinking long and hard? Now is the best time to escape. The turtle shell above our heads is the best cover."    

Xiluo shouted in his soul sea. Chen Xiao scratched his head and felt a headache coming on.    

Xi Luo's words did make some sense, but he had more worries. It was not so easy to leave the desert.    

Although he could break through the array and tear open space, even Chen Xiao himself was not sure what the result would be.    

"Don't forget what happened after I tore open a crack in the array space."    

Chen Xiao rolled his eyes and retorted.    

"I..."    

Heron's face darkened. After mumbling to himself twice, he did not make any sound.    

Previously, when Chen Xiao tore open the space, he directly fell into the hands of the Sand King. It could be said that he was like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.    

This time, Chen Xiao's words had managed to fool the Sand King. However, if he did it again, the outcome would not be so good.    

This was also Chen Xiao's biggest concern.    

"Alright, we have plenty of time now. There's no need to rush. Let's wait and see. We'll talk after we recover some of our strength."    

Chen Xiao said.    

Although Xi Luo was very unhappy in his heart, he could only accept it. He nodded and said, "Yes."    

...    

At the same time, the Golden Hall of the Sand Race was filled with all the powerful figures of the Sand Race. They looked at the Sand King on his throne and waited for him to speak.    

The leader of the Black Scaled Race was also amongst them. His face was gloomy as he glanced at Sha Qi. He quietly stood at the back and did not dare to make a sound.    

He dared to stand out in front of the army of the Sha Race outside the Golden Hall and oppose Sha Qi's will.    

However, in front of the Sand King, he didn't even dare to think about anything else.    

There was no need to doubt the Sand King's authority in the entire Sha Race, and no one dared to say anything. In comparison, although Sha Qi was a prince of the Sha Race, his status and prestige were far inferior.    

The difference in strength was like the difference between Heaven and Earth.    

This was the case for the humans, and even more so for the Sha Race. Strength was the source of all confidence.    

At this moment, the dozen or so Sha experts standing in the grand golden hall did not dare to make a sound. They silently waited.    

Finally, after an unknown period of time, the Sand King on the throne slowly opened his eyes as if he had just woken up.    

Seeing this, the experts of the Sha Race looked at each other. They were extremely worried, but they did not dare to show it.    

When Sha Qi saw this, he took a step forward and said, "Father, please take care of yourself. You are the hope and pillar of our race."    

"Sha King, please take care."    

"Sha King, please take care."    

The captains and leaders of the Sha Race started to speak. Some of them had tears in their eyes and were about to cry. They didn't seem like they were faking it. They were sincere.    

This was because all the Sands present knew very well that the only reason the Sands had been able to survive the ten thousand years of oppression from the Immortal Weapon Sect was not because they were strong-willed, but because they relied on the Sand King.    

The only undying expert of the Sand Race was the Sand King.    

If the Sand King was here, then the Sha Race was here. If the Sand King wasn't here, then they would all become wandering ghosts.    

The Sand King smiled, and a faint smile appeared on his weak face. He waved his hand and said, "It's fine, Shang."    

"Yes, my King."    

Yes, my King. Sha Ang took a step forward and replied.    

"Is everyone here?"    

"Yes, my king."    

"Good, then I'll announce something. From today onwards, my race's Dust Crystal Mine will be open to the human race. The target will be the nine forces. Everyone, let's start."    

The Sand King's words were filled with fatigue and indescribable sadness.    

He had held on for ten thousand years, had even sacrificed his life to resist the suppression of the Immortal Weapon Sect, had protected a Sand Clan, and had been able to survive, but in the end, he had ended up like this. This was a huge blow to his heart.    

Was his persistence right or wrong?    

Perhaps it was due to his old age that the Sand King's memories had become blurry. Right or wrong was no longer important. What was more important was the future of the Sha Race.    

That human might be right. In fact, there were not many paths left for the Sha Race. It was time to change.    

The moment the Sand King said this, it was like a clap of thunder that exploded in the ears of many of the Sha Race members.    

Some of the members of the Sha Race were extremely disappointed. For example, the Black Scaled Race and a few others were extremely excited. Of course, there were also some who were extremely calm, such as Sha Qi.    

As if he had expected this day to come, Sha Qi said without hesitation, "Father is wise."    

The rest of the Sands paused for a moment before saying, "I am Wang Yingming."    

"I am Wang Yingming."    

"I am Wang Yingming."    

I'm Wang Yingming. The members of the Sha Race lowered their heads and expressed their support for the Sand King's order.    

The Sand King's will was everything. It was everything of the Shas and would receive unconditional support. There was no room for doubt.    

"It seems like no one is against it?" the Sand King said.    

... ""    

"This..."    

This... The Sand Yaos looked at each other and didn't know how to reply.    

Sha Qi spoke, "Father, your will is everything of the Sand Race. As long as you give the order, we will obey."    

"That's right, my King."    

"That's right, my King. Your Highness Sha Qi is right."    

Hearing this, the Shas finally let out a sigh of relief. At this time, only Shaq could speak. They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.    

No matter whether they were willing or had their own intentions, at least they didn't dare to show it on the surface.    

That was enough. For the Sand King, he didn't need to know what his men were thinking. He just needed to know what he should do.    

"Mm." The Sand King's expression was dark on his throne. No one could see his face clearly, and no one dared to look directly into his sharp eyes. After pausing for a moment, the Sand King finally spoke.    

"Shaon, Shaqi, Black Scales."    

"Here."    

"Here."    

"Present."    

"I leave this matter to you. Send messages to the Immortal Weapon Sect, the Profound Core Sect, and the Yao God Hall. These are the jade slips that I personally recorded."    

The Sand King sternly said.    

"Yes, Master."    

The three Sand Yaos replied in unison, their voices like a bell.    

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy, and though no one objected or questioned, all of the Sha warriors knew that if they took this step, the Sha would be transformed and their future would be uncertain.    

At this moment, an untimely voice sounded from outside and flew into the hall.    

"Hmm?" The Sand King's eyes widened as he looked at the Sand Demon.    

"Reporting to the Sand King: four human experts have come to ask for him."    

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