"They’re people from Beimo Palace!"
Zi Qianjing’s eyes darkened, and a cold aura emanated from him, his handso yet lazy face becoming even more indifferent.
"Moreover, most of them are Supre! Since when did Beimo Palace have so many in the Supre Realm?"
What surprised Zi Qianjing even more was that these people exchanged their lifespans or other things for strength...
"Haha!"
Inside the Beimo Palace, a wild laughter rang out.
"Are these people the enemies of our Demon Lord? I think they’re nothing special. Even among the Supre, there are only a few, not enough to be feared!"
Boom!
As the words fell, a towering aura surged from the person’s body, roaring towards the ground, instantly leveling the buildings to the ground, smoke and dust rising, accompanied by that sharp laughter running rampant...
"Is that so?"
Suddenly, a playful voice ca from behind: "Looks like we’re not too late to return..."
Zi Qianjing was montarily stunned upon hearing the voice. As he lifted his head to look, he saw two figures streaking across the sky in the void.
One was a woman in purple clothes, adorable and charming, while the other was gentle and graceful, like a fine young gentleman...
"Aunt!" Zi Qianjing exclaid joyfully in his heart, "You’ve returned?"
Zi Shao blinked her eyes, gliding down from the void, landing in front of Zi Qianjing, and said with a cheerful smile, "My master and I were in Wujie. We heard about a crisis here and couldn’t rest easy, so we ca back. Jingjing, have you broken through to the Supre?"
She raised her eyebrows slightly, looking at Zi Qianjing with so surprise.
Zi Qianjing chuckled, "Aunt, you’re the sa, aren’t you? With Aunt joining, we’ll have more in the Supre realm on our side..."
"Haha!"
In the void, mocking laughter grew louder.
"Even combined, you are but a handful, yet still cannot compare to our numbers..."
Swish, swish, swish!
As the words fell, several figures rushed in from all directions, their clothes fluttering, standing tall above the Dou Family...
"Sect Leaders of the Martial Sect and Dan Sect, you’ve co too?" Zi Qianjing raised his eyebrows slightly, smiling at those in the void.
The dicine Saint laughed heartily, "Indeed, we are all part of East Island. We cannot sit idly by in the face of East Island’s crisis. These are also our friends in the Supre Realm, all of whom will contribute to this crisis. While our numbers do not match theirs, we can at least buy you so ti..."
Zi Qianjing lifted his lazy smile, eyes full of mirth: "Save the gratitude for after our victory."
The dicine Saint paused, then burst into laughter again, "Alright, when the ti cos, you must treat to a grand feast!"
Swish!
At that mont, an astonishing aura erged from everyone’s body.
Everyone stood on opposing sides, limitless aura spreading out, forming a powerful storm around them.
"A bunch of trash who forcibly enhanced their strength. Do you really think you can compare with us true Supre?"
The Martial Sect Leader Mou Fei sneered.
He was speaking the truth.
Every secret recipe has side effects, and such a forcible thod to enhance strength can never match the legitimate ways they use to increase power...
"Overestimating yourselves!"
The people of Beimo Palace laughed mockingly in response.
In their eyes, even using sheer numbers could crush this group!
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