Chapter 1192 - 1140– - 1141 Lying in Ambush Witch God_2
"The Immortal Path is elusive, and for us, the fruit of the Divine Tree represents that slender chance of survival. Now, left with no other choice, we take this step, and hope that the King will not blame us," a Taoist dressed old man, holding a horsetail whisk, with an aura of immortality as if he is beyond worldly concerns, earnestly said to the Great River Country Lord.
Hearing the words of these three, the Great River Country Lord showed no expression, his gaze swept over them, revealing no hint of joy or anger in his eyes, utterly indifferent, as if such an impolite request failed to stir any anger in him.
"I spoke to you politely, not wishing to engage in a slaughter at this time, hoping to preserve some strong individuals for the human race. Who knew that you would seek your own doom? It’s truly difficult to persuade those courting death with good words," the Great River Country Lord lamented leisurely, his tone indifferent, yet the insinuated threat in his words was so intense it was almost tangible.
The cold countenance, undisguised murderous intent, vast and mighty, resembled a decree of judgment from the Will of the Heaven and Earth against these three powerful beings.
"Ying Lie, don’t fail to appreciate the situation. Even if you are the ruler of an ancient country and have stepped into the Extreme Realm of Supreme Strong beings, today the three of us have joined forces, each one of us having reached the summit of the Supreme Strong’s Extreme Realm, should we be afraid of you?" the burly man wielding a long saber said, his face turning cold as he rebuked and took bold action.
The Divine Saber in his hand shone brightly, slashing fiercely, tracing a streak of light that cleaved through space.
This man, originally a mere military general from the mortal world, had by chance acquired a method of cultivation and since embarked on the path of cultivation. After a progressive rise, he reached his current realm, and his attacks were both sharp and overwhelmingly domineering.
"Since the King is unwilling, then this humble woman will have to take it herself!" The beautiful female cultivator, with a twinkle in her eye and a radiant smile on her face, displayed her grace and charm as though she were a celestial being from the Nine Heavens, but the murderous intent she revealed was truly terrifying.
Although the Taoist-dressed old man had yet to speak, with a flick of his horsetail whisk, it transformed into three thousand white silks enveloping the Great River Country Lord, each as sharp as an arrow poised to pierce through space.
The actions of these three were overwhelmingly powerful; every move and gesture emanated an aura that testified to them being Supreme Strong cultivators who had reached the limit of their realm.