Zuo Lanyue’s lips curled up in a mocking sneer. This surname Yao might have some degree of strength, but in their eyes he was still nothing more than a chess piece, one that could be discarded at any moment.

It was true that the monster race’s bloodline curse might not be triggered, but it would be impossible for him to escape death in the end. This was because no one here wanted to share the harvests with another person.

It had to be known that although the ancient tree monster was terrifying, it similarly contained an unimaginably great good fortune.

Zhou Fenghuang’s expression was faint. She simply didn’t care about Qin Yu’s life or death.

He was merely a Blue Sea that was over a hundred years old; his future achievements were doomed to be limited and mediocre. How could he compare with the people gathered here today?

In any case, they would soon need to discuss the most important matter: how to distribute things afterwards.

Ancient tree monster…if they really succeeded…

Thinking of this, Zhou Fenghuang’s breathing quickened and her face lit up.

Dong Hanzhu’s arms were crossed against his chest. His face was extremely cold and there was regret in...