1170 The Sword Grabber

After shouting to stop Guo Chunfeng, Ding Lingdang stared at Lu Zui and stood straight again against the aggressive eyes of the high-level Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. She gnashed her teeth. "What are you trying to say?"

Lu Zui retracted his aura and became a dying old man again, as if the thunderous fury a moment ago had never happened. He breathed softly and said, "I'm trying to say that, although the Patriots Partnership can be destroyed, the soil that nurtures it is unlikely to be emptied in the decades to come. The soil is the hatred that has sunk to the deepest parts of countless people's hearts.

"The hatred was condensed in hundreds of years of blood. A piece of paper and a few slogans such as 'love and peace', and they think that the bloody hatred will be gone just like that? How is it possible?