Roar of the Supreme Warrior novel Chapter 4232

James did everything to be more in line with Wyot’s identity.

“How shameless.”

Yente felt disgusted.

With a smile, James said, “Don’t refuse just yet. Think it through. The Cloud Race used to be one of the Ten Great Races, but now, the Cloud Race is a lowly race. Even the Bug Race could abuse them.”

Teasingly, he continued, “You can take on the bet. If I do become champion, you will become my concubine. With my protection, it will be easy for the Cloud Race to be in the Ten Great Races again.”

Upon hearing that, Yente fell silent. The name of the Ten Great Race was too tempting. Countless races worked hard endlessly to become powerful races and obtain a place in the Greater Realms.

In the past, the Cloud Race had endless territories and resources. Now, even the weak races were above the Cloud Race. They could take the Cloud Race’s resources at will.

If the Cloud Race could gain the Doom Race’s protection, they would be considered lucky.

Nevertheless, she could not accept marrying Wyot and becoming his concubine.

“I will let you go today, but I need an answer the next time we meet.”

When James finished speaking, his body flashed and disappeared from the spot.

After he left, Yente appeared to have lost her energy. At once, she plopped to the ground and sat on a rock as she broke out in a cold sweat.

“Yente,” called out Xristodoulos before asking, “Are you alright?”

Yente shook her head and looked at him, asking, “How’s your injury?”

“It’s nothing severe.” Xristodoulos said, “I only need to take a rest.”

“Yente, are you actually considering marrying Wyot and becoming his concubine?” Fachtna noticed something odd about Yente’s expression and could not help but ask.

The powerhouses of the Greater Realms gathered in Mount Doom. They were monitoring the situation of the Ancient Realm and the movements of their organizations’ powerhouses.

Countless powerhouses noticed James meeting Yente. Their conversation also entered the ears of these powerhouses.

When Fitzroy, the Patriarch of the Cloud Race, heard the words of James, who turned into Wyot, he became excited.

Ever since the fall of the Cloud Race, Fitzroy had been seeking powerful allies. He used to look for the Doom Race often, but the Doom Race did not pay him much attention, let alone ally with him.

‘Yente, you have to agree. For the Cloud Race, you must agree,’ he prayed in his heart.

The Ancient Realm was huge. After looking around, James could not find other living beings. He decided to stop looking. Instead, he appeared at the top of a mountain.

Sitting with his legs crossed, he began to focus on recuperating.