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These Netherworld Clan mbers, how audacious, daring to attack the Emperor?
If I let this whip strike, what face would Zhao Long have?
He is first and foremost Lin Qian's bodyguard general, a close protection guard, and then a legion commander.
In his rage, Zhao Long did not restrain his aura, unleashing a terrifying pressure, crushing forward.
"Presumptuous!"
Boom!
The terrifying pressure intimidated the front, as if an invisible wave was spreading ahead continuously.
The invisible wave of pressure was like the force of heaven and earth.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
Zhao Long did not make a move, only uttered a low shout, his aura burst forth, and these Netherworld Clan mbers exploded into a mist of blood, vanishing in the heavens and earth.
This scene directly stunned the enslaved myriad clans.
In this Small World, oppressed and miserable, they had never seen such a spectacle, the high and mighty Netherworld Clan perishing in an instant, not even leaving ash.
Moreover, this suddenly erged Human Clan, with just a shout, utterly annihilated the Netherworld Clan, disappearing before their eyes.
What a joke.
The invincible Netherworld Clan suddenly beca so weak.
Or perhaps, this suddenly erged Human Clan was too powerful.
The enslaved myriad clans stood blankly, at a loss, the chains locking their necks, with the other end falling to the ground as the Netherworld Clan turned into a mist of blood, freeing them.
On the other side, Lin Qian frowned upon seeing the dog-like chains around these people's necks.
Ugly!
With a wave of his hand, the chains burst apart instantly, crashing to the ground, kicking up dust.
Simultaneously, the slaves regained freedom completely, looking at each other in disbelief.
It should be known that the chains on their necks were inscribed with complex array patterns, being a type of Soul Device.
This Soul Device restricted their Soul Energy, unable to operate, but absorbed nature's spiritual energy to strengthen the body.
Therefore, they had no power to resist, but had stamina for heavy labor, making them ideal slaves.
At the sa ti, the chains on their necks restricted their Soul Energy output, allowing occasional use for hard labor.
Seeing this, Lin Qian pondered, storing so chain remains into Xuanhuan Star, instructing Zhuge Ming to research them for possible improvent for his use.
Since these Netherworld Clan mbers were cruel to the myriad clans, why shouldn't he employ such thods and enslave these invaders for Huaxia Empire's benefit?
Repay malice with virtue?
What a joke!
Lin Qian was no saint; he understood a principle.
An eye for an eye.
He wanted to reclaim the past pains suffered by his clan from these invaders of the Netherworld Clan.
Thinking of this, Lin Qian addressed these people, "From now on, you shall live and thrive in a city here; if you wish to leave this Small World, soone will assist you."
Since arriving here, this Small World naturally beca Lin Qian's domain, and he would have the Heavenly Art Departnt take charge of governance and recover the Territory.
Upon hearing Lin Qian's words, these people's expressions changed, evidently in disbelief.
Are they really free now?
The next mont, these people reacted, kneeling hurriedly, kowtowing in gratitude.
"Thank you, benefactor!"
"Thank you for saving us, benefactor."
Lin Qian stood with arms crossed, silently accepting their gratitude, lest they feel more anxious.
Then, among these people, so older, elderly individuals cautiously approached Lin Qian, inquiring, "Benefactor, though saved, you let us live here; but those Netherworld Clan..."
"No worries, the Netherworld Clan in this Small World will be entirely slain." Seeing the elder's concern, Lin Qian reassured, indicating they shouldn't worry.
Seeing Lin Qian's confidence, the elder quickly added, "Benefactor may not know, the Netherworld Clan here are nurous and powerful, with five individuals surpassing the Mixed Elent Realm, known here as the Five Kings!"
Lin Qian looked at the elder with a hint of surprise, "It seems, sir, you aren't descended from this Small World, but ca from the Upper Realm continent."
"Benefactor's insight is sharp; indeed, a hundred thousand years ago, I was captured." The elder sighed, explaining, "I am an Artifact Refiner, enslaved to inscribe Soul Devices."
Lin Qian stared at the elder before speaking, "Not so, here, the so-called powerful ones are seven, with one's strength being quite exceptional."
As he said this, Lin Qian's gaze turned towards the depths of the Small World.
When his Soul Consciousness enveloped the Small World, he knew its situation and understood the hidden strength within.
Seven Half-step Chaos Saints, not a force to underestimate, must be resolved before the Upper Realm seal breaks, lest chaos erupts internally.
When Lin Qian returned to his senses, he noticed the elder occasionally looking at him, seemingly searching for sothing.
Seeing the elder staring at him persistently, Lin Qian amusingly asked, "Old sir, why stare at ?"
"Benefactor's visage seems familiar, but I can't recall where from." The elder pondered, unable to rember.
Lin Qian chuckled at the elder's pondering, though he knew he hadn't t him.
"Benefactor resembles the Human Ancestor closely!" Suddenly, the elder exclaid, smacking his head, realizing why Lin Qian looked familiar.
As a part of Human Clan, there's naturally an image of the Ancestor, having seen his likeness.
Upon hearing the elder, Lin Qian smiled, "Sir, the Ancestor you refer to is my grandfather; as his direct grandson, naturally I resemble him."
After speaking, Lin Qian gazed at the walls of the vast city, "The Mixed Elent Realm beings in this city shall be utterly eradicated; you may rest assured."
After saying this, Lin Qian vanished.
Leaving the elder staring in disbelief.
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