"You truly possess a vast amount of Merit Power."
"So vast that even this seat doesn't dare to kill you, but..."
"This seat can seal you away." Demon Ancestor Rahu, with his cascade of wild black hair, a stern expression, and black energy roiling over his body, threatened in an icy tone.
"That's right!"
"As long as we don't kill you, no matter how much Merit Power you have, it's useless against our threat." Zhunti, with curly hair and radiating sacred Buddhist light, said with a smile.
"Often, the most painful thing isn't death."
"It's being unable to live and unable to die."
"Not only can we seal you, but we can also torture you with the natural elements of water, fire, wind, and lightning." Demon Emperor Dijun, radiating a naked golden brilliance all over his body, said with a cruel smile.
Hearing their words, the Golden and Silver Maidens could not help but shed a drop of cold sweat.
They possessed saint-level combat power, but the others present also possessed saint-level combat power. When everyone has the same thing, it's equivalent to no one having an edge.
This scene was just like ordinary people being surrounded by ten malicious individuals.
"Hahahaha!!!" Wang Ming laughed looking up at the sky, completely unfazed by their threats.
His laughter stopped, and then his gaze swept over the sages, and he smiled disdainfully: "You're threatening me?"
"You truly think you've got me in the bag?"
Demon Emperor Dijun said: "Isn't the result obvious?"
"Eleven against one."
"No matter how strong you are, can you deal with eleven saints all at once?"
"Don't expect your sealing trap from last time to work again. The same trick cannot possibly take effect on us twice."
Wang Ming wore a half-smile on his face and said: "Eleven?"