The Founders hated Chu Qing to the marrow of their bones.
They racked their brains, wanting to strangle him.
This time, provoked by Chu Qing, they cast everything aside and began studying how to kill him.
After much discussion, no one could think of a solution.
"Three seconds. Chu Qing's current efficiency in killing is three seconds!"
"As long as we can hold out for more than three seconds, we have a chance of winning."
Everyone frowned.
Three seconds?
To them, that time was both short and unbearably long.
They needed only an instant to kill a realm expert.
Even killing a Realm Ancestor took only one second.
Yet when facing Chu Qing, they would undoubtedly die within three seconds.
"Can those who cultivate defensive paths withstand him for three seconds?"
A Founder skilled in defense shook his head. "No!"
"I watched footage of him killing other Founders. Within three seconds, I would certainly die."
A Golden Body Founder frowned. "I should be able to withstand three seconds, but if he has another powerful attack, I'll definitely die in the fourth second."
The other defensive Founders also said that they could not hold out for three seconds.
"We need at least three to five people capable of withstanding his killing for three seconds."
Yet among more than a hundred thousand Founders, they could not even scrape together enough.
For a time, the Founders had headaches.
At that moment, a Great Genius rolled his eyes.
"Taking him head-on can't be done."
"But we can find cannon fodder to stall for time!"
"As long as a hundred or so people voluntarily sacrifice themselves to hold Chu Qing back, then the rest of us can focus our fire and kill him together!"
"No matter how formidable Chu Qing is, can he really withstand