Xu Molin's words caused Ximen Liehuo and others to merely smile; whether military power is relinquished now makes no difference to them at all.
This is a mess that Zhen Wu absolutely refuses to deal with.
Seeing no response, not even a reply, Xu Molin became even more anxious and said, "Go ahead, tell us what you want. Whatever our Physical Demon Race can give, we'll give."
"As long as it's not too excessive, we can afford it all."
"Do you think we would want it now?" Ximen Liehuo said, "Military power is really useless to us."
"This is a mess that anyone would find a headache to handle."
"Despite the mastery of warfare, neither Eastern City nor the Infinite Holy Land can match Zhen Wu, which your Physical Demon Race knows well."
"Military power is something Zhen Wu truly does not covet; he couldn't be bothered to take it."
"Exactly," Yao Wanzong echoed, "Don't think of Zhen Wu as so shallow and short-sighted."
