By His Master's Side, There Was No Need for Slaves with Hidden Spikes; Another Head Mound Was Raised
"Chu Jiang!!"
The Cold-Avoiding King's face turned deathly pale the instant he recognized the newcomer.
These Two-Place Resonance Talismans were extraordinarily rare. Even ordinary Saints found it difficult to interfere with their spatial transmission. How had they failed?!
The other two Kings' pupils constricted violently, terror spilling into their eyes. Chu Jiang was a Fierce God capable of instantly killing a seventh-level Quasi-Saint. Of the three of them, even their strongest, Cold-Avoiding, was merely at the seventh level of the Quasi-Saint Realm. How could they possibly contend with him?
"This is a misunderstanding. We were merely passing through and had absolutely no intention of interfering in your division's war against the Myriad Beast Sect. Please show mercy and let us brothers leave!"
The Dust-Avoiding King hurriedly nodded in agreement. "Y-Yes, yes, yes..."
Yet before they could finish speaking—
Chu Jiang's gaze remained indifferent. His black robes billowed without wind as he stepped down through the air with his right foot.
A terrifying power of prison suppression erupted with a thunderous boom, like an invisible colossal mountain weighing hundreds of millions of tons crashing down upon the Three Kings' heads. Even the air was ground to pieces by that force!
"Ah!"
"Damn you, Chu Jiang! The great powers of our demon race will never let you go!!"
The Cold-Avoiding King only had time to let out one shrill curse.
Splat! Splat! Splat!
Cold-Avoiding, Heat-Avoiding, and Dust-Avoiding—the three great demons of the Quasi-Saint Realm—their bodies crumbled inch by inch beneath the terrifying power of prison suppression.
Their lives had lasted four chapters.
The three weakened Primordial Spirits had barely escaped when the Human Emperor Banner swept them up, turning them into streaks of light that were drawn into the banner.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
With a sweep of Chu Jiang's sleeve, the treasures