"Long Ao, cut the crap. What do you mean?"
What could they do now that things had reached this stage?
Were they going to fight against the Martial Artists Alliance?
Helplessly shaking his head, Long Ao sighed and said, "I originally thought that you would not accept your fate. At the very least, you would stand up and resist. This way, even if you failed, you would have no regrets."
The three's faces turned green and purple from Long Ao's words, but they had nothing to say.
"But I never thought that the so-called three great forces were all trash among trash."
"Long Ao, you're courting death."
"I'm just giving you a kind reminder. The result is already in front of you. Whether you can leave the Purgatory Space alive or not, the Spirit Region of the Nine States will no longer belong to you."
A cruel smile slowly appeared on his face.
Long Ao continued, "Even if you're lucky enough to leave alive, you'll all be prisoners of the Nether Mansion in the future."
Although it was unpleasant to hear, it was the truth.
"Since you want your subordinates so much, I'll return them to you."
Just as Long Ao finished speaking, the thirty Saint Emperors who had just disappeared suddenly reappeared.
They appeared out of thin air.
The thirty Saint Emperors walked back expressionlessly.
"Wait, all of you, stop."
"Shen He, what's going on?" Wei Ling and Long Yang were confused. They didn't know what was wrong with Shen He. Long Ao had finally released his thirty subordinates. What was Shen He doing?
Not to mention the two, even the others were confused.
"Hmph, Long Ao, you can hide it from others, but don't think you can hide it from me."
Shen He stared at the thirty people in front of him and said, "The thirty of them are already dead. They're just corpse slaves now. You have to be careful."
Thirty corpse slaves?
Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They looked at the thirty people in fear, especially Long Ao. Because no one knew how Long Ao did it.
"Hahaha, what smart idiots. But you know it too late."
"Kill!"
With this order, the people from the three major forces suddenly turned around and shot towards the three major forces. Each of them was filled with murderous intent, and every move was vicious. It was obvious that they wanted to kill the people from the three major forces.
At this point, everyone was one hundred percent certain that the thirty Saint Kings had indeed become corpse slaves to be dealt with.
It was too terrifying.
How did Long Ao do it? He was actually able to turn thirty vigorous Saint Kings into Corpse Slaves in just an hour.
Shen He, Wei Ling, and Long Yang naturally knew what was going on. The three of them had no choice but to kill all thirty Corpse Slaves.
With the strength of a Titled Great Emperor, it was more than enough to kill 30 Saint Emperor corpse slaves.
However, just like that, the Corpse Servants had dealt a mental blow to the three of them. No one had thought that Long Ao would refine thirty Saint Kings into Corpse Servants, and the three of them had personally dealt with it.
"Long Ao, you."
Waving his hand, Long Ao didn't give the three of them any chance to speak. He said, "My time is tight. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, then I'm leaving."
If it was a moment ago, the three major forces would have swarmed over. After all, in the eyes of the three major forces, they didn't put Long Ao in their eyes. He was no different from an ant.
But now?
The situation had reversed. The thirty Saint Emperors sent by the three major forces had suddenly disappeared. In just an hour, when the thirty Saint Emperors appeared, they had already become corpse slaves. Such a matter was something that even a Divine Dao warrior might not be able to do.
Because of this, the three major forces didn't dare to act rashly. They were all very afraid of Long Ao. Who knew how Long Ao did it? If they continued to attack and Long Ao refined all of them into Corpse Slaves, what would they do at that time?
It was better to be safe than sorry.
The calmer Long Ao appeared, the more afraid the three major forces were.
How could Long Ao not know what everyone was thinking? He shook his head in disdain and said contemptuously, "Trash, since you don't dare to attack, then I'm sorry. I'll take my leave first. I forgot to tell you that in five days, the Ten Levels of Purgatory will open. I hope you can all survive and see the Nether Mansion dominating the Spirit Domain of the Nine States."
Looking at Long Ao's disappearing figure, everyone's face turned ugly.
A mere Saint King had scared off almost three hundred martial artists. Among them, there were even three Titled Great Emperors. Was this true?
"What do you think?"
Wei Ling and Long Yang clearly understood the meaning of Shen He's words.
Long Yang thought for a moment and said, "I can say that Long Ao's strength is only at the Saint King Realm. Any one of us here can kill him. There's no doubt about it."
Nonsense.
Everyone here knew the answer to this question.
After thinking for a moment, Long Yang continued, "It seems that Long Ao has a secret. Based on my speculation, he must have some kind of powerful Divine Artifact. If we can get it, it's not impossible for us to rise again in the future."
The three of them had already guessed the relationship between the Martial Artists Alliance and the Nether Mansion.
Because of this, the three of them had already formed an alliance to deal with the Serene Hades Mansion. However, the three of them knew that with their current strength, they were no match for the Serene Hades Mansion. To be exact, they were no match for the Martial Art Alliance.
However, the three of them were looking forward to Long Ao's mysterious Divine Artifact.
It could create millions of corpse slaves in an instant. If they could get their hands on it and create an army of millions of corpse slaves, they wouldn't have to be afraid of the Martial Artists Alliance, let alone the Nether Mansion.
It was only a matter of time before they rose again.
Thinking of this, the three of them were very afraid.
"Although the divine tool on Long Ao's body is very powerful, it's not a simple matter for us to snatch it from his hands. Tell me, what should we do?"
"It's simple. When we enter the Ten Levels of Purgatory later, we'll go all out. I don't believe that Long Ao can fight against a hundred people alone."
Shaking his head, Shen He said, "I'm sure that Long Ao's Divine Artifact has limited power. If Long Ao had full confidence in dealing with us, he would have done it just now. So, we still have a chance."
Hearing Shen He's words, Wei Ling and Long Yang nodded in agreement.
"The Nether Mansion has withdrawn, and the Martial Artists Alliance's goal is clear. Are we still going to enter the Ten Levels of Purgatory?"
"We have to. We can't let the Martial Artists Alliance see any flaws. Otherwise, it'll be difficult for us to rise again. So, we have to pretend that we don't know anything and try to preserve our strength."
Everyone nodded. Almost everyone present was the foundation of the three forces, so the three of them weren't afraid of the secret being leaked.
(PS: The outbreak will start on the 15th. Due to some delays, the outbreak will start tomorrow. Ten chapters a day until the end of the month.)
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