Kill! Even if it costs us our lives, we must stop Fan Lang!
This is the Sage Emperor's command. For the Sage Emperor, why should we fear death!
I'll perish together with Fan Lang, this sinner of the ages!
A group of Sacred Sons charged upward. Their strengths varied; some were Mystic Gods, while others were Mystic Sects and the like. Their actions were nothing more than moths flying into a flame—they were simply going to their deaths.
"Disciple, there's no need for you to act. Your master will deal with them for you."
As soon as the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint finished speaking, he brazenly made his move. With a flick of his hand, he conjured an Alchemy Furnace and sucked in the Sacred Sons flying toward him one by one, forcibly refining them.
Those Sacred Sons who lacked sufficient strength were refined into pills in an instant. Those in the Mystic God Realm fared somewhat better, but they still could not escape his clutches and were trapped inside the Alchemy Furnace.
Fan Lang did not need to lift a finger. The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint alone was enough to deal with these people.
The slaughter brought in Experience Points, one sum after another flowing into the Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint's pocket.
The Heavenly Gifted Pill Saint laughed. "The Nebula Merit Record is truly a fine thing. Killing people earns merit, and no one is killed in vain."
Fan Lang shook his head with a smile. His master was competing with him for Experience Points!
These meager Experience Points were nothing more than a trivial gain to Fan Lang now, so he did not care.
Besides the suicide squads before him, many Sacred Sons elsewhere were interfering with the Medicine Clouds, even going so far as to swallow the