"Have you all really thought this through?"
"If you do this today, the Heavenly Court will definitely get even!"
"Forget I said anything."
Having barely finished half his threat, the Great Emperor of the North Pole let out a helpless sigh. "Seal me, then. If your technique is lacking and I break free, that will be your own problem."
Just like that, the six Tathagatas lined up and each placed a seal on him.
Seeing Wang Ye quietly inching toward him, the Great Emperor of the North Pole's face instantly turned pale. "Stop him! Keep him away!"
"He definitely wants to use this chance to kill me!"
"Before I die, I'm still confident I can take one of you down with me. Think carefully!"
"Because I ruined your plan, the thousand years you spent hiding will have been for nothing!"
As he spoke, two command tablets appeared in the Great Emperor of the North Pole's hand.
Faced with the six men's gloomy stares, Wang Ye innocently put away the Ghost Messenger Blade and smiled brightly. "What are you doing? It was just a joke. Do I look like the kind of petty person who launches sneak attacks?"
"Impossible!"
"Shall we go?"
With that, Wang Ye took the lead and headed toward the golden staircase.
The Great Emperor of the North Pole had completely resigned himself to fate. Watching Wang Ye's back, he was the second to ascend.
The moment he had finished talking tough, he had realized something.
This was a gang of mad bandits. If they lost the gamble, they would die. If they won, they would change allegiances and forge a new world!
Win or lose, they no longer needed to care what the Heavenly Court thought.
Just like that.
The group stepped onto the staircase and vanished.