This was the result of the Burning Moon Sect, Blazing Star Sect, and War God Sect joining forces!
Jiang Linxi and Mo Fan had no cards left to play, but the War Heaven God Clan still had plenty of trump cards!
Xing Daoyin had originally wanted to keep Jiang Linxi and Mo Fan down, seize the Nine Dragons Imperial Tomb, and reap the fisherman's profit.
But Li Tianming had slaughtered all the War God Sect's geniuses!
Now, only Xing Baizhan remained!
How could they endure this?
If he did not take this step, he would have no way to answer to the millions of War God Sect believers behind him!
"Long Qian, you have a chance to control these three vermin. If you don't want to kill them, imprison them and hand them over to us. The War God Sect can not only spare your five million clansmen from death, but also give you a chance to return home!" Xing Daoyin stared at her with blazing eyes.
"Return home?" Long Qian frowned even more deeply.
"That's right! Return home!" Xing Daoyin said.
"Which home?" Long Qian asked.
"Of course, the home of our War God Sect!" Xing Daoyin said.
"Go on being slaves and servants, using human lives to transport neutron stars for you? Go on letting you humiliate, slaughter, and trample us? And you call that home?" Blood surged in Long Qian's eyes!
"Haha..."
After her words fell, the more than five million people from the three sects actually burst into laughter.
"Long Qian, isn't this the racial talent of you slave clans?"
"Exactly! You were born bottom-rung trash. What else do you want? Do you want us to worship you?"
"Wake up! So what if you're in the Fifth Yan Realm? Aren't you still a lowly slave? Open