"Sect Master, we who pursue the Dao have nothing to fear. Since the Eight Desolate God Emperor has given it to me as a reward, I'm sure he won't get angry and attack me just because I got it.
As a mere God Emperor, he certainly wouldn't do such a thing."
"You, ah. Never mind, it's up to you, but you have to be careful and don't kill the disciples of the Eight Desolate Sect."
The God of Ten Thousand Lights sighed and spoke slowly.
He naturally heard that the disciple of the Eight Desolate God Emperor was at the peak of Earth God. Coupled with the guidance of the Eight Desolate God Emperor, he was afraid that the true strength of the disciple of the Eight Desolate God Emperor would not be much lower than that of an ordinary God.
But even so, Emperor Wanguang did not think that the other party was Wu Yifan's opponent. After all, he had seen Wu Yifan's strength.
So now the Lord of Ten Thousand Lights can only pray that Wu Yifan will not kill the disciples of the Eight Desolations Sect.
Although the Thousand Sects Competition is a life-or-death contest, in reality, each sect will give face to the Eight Desolations Sect. If they encounter a disciple of the Eight Desolations Sect, they will only eliminate him and will not kill him.
In the Thousand Sects Competition, the only casualties were those of disciples other than those of the Eight Desolate Sect.
Hearing this, Wu Yifan was silent for a while before speaking.
"I'll try my best."
"Wait, what do you mean by try?"
The God of Wanguang nodded with satisfaction, but then he thought of something and looked at Wu Yifan and asked.
But it was obvious that Wu Yifan no longer had the intention to speak again, so he turned around and left.
Seeing this scene, Lord Wanguang sighed helplessly, and could only hope that Wu Yifan would have a sense of propriety in his heart.
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