Lin Hu and Lin Diao were not Lin Dong, after all.
They were not Rulers.
Faced with the siege of several Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns, they were no match at all.
Very soon,
they fell into a dire situation.
The Martial Realm's Second Realm Master and Third Realm Master were both in a sorry state, their bodies covered in wounds.
They were being besieged by a group of Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns.
Among them was one man.
He wore a gray robe.
He was powerfully built.
A savage scar ran across his face.
He looked wickedly at Lin Hu and Lin Diao as they were forced into a desperate situation.
"Lin Hu, Lin Diao, submit to me and let me plant a mark upon you. I can spare your lives!"
In his view,
Lin Hu and Lin Diao were already trapped prey.
There was no way they could escape.
Only two paths lay before them now.
Either die,
or submit!
"Pah..."
Upon hearing Long Aotian's words, Lin Diao said disdainfully, "Well, well, Long Aotian."
"If Big Brother hadn't saved you back then,"
"you would have long since become a pile of dry bones."
"Big Brother has only just fallen, and his bones are not yet cold."
"Yet you are already plotting against the Martial Realm. Can you really face Big Brother?"
"Pfft..."
After saying this,
Lin Diao spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had become too agitated,
and his injuries were far too severe.
The burly gray-robed man named Long Aotian immediately said upon hearing this, "Lin Diao, you are right."
"If not for Lin Dong back then, I would have fallen long ago."
"But I have served Lin Dong loyally for a thousand years."
"The Martial Realm has reached its present heights, and I, Long Aotian, have contributed