After Jun Changxiao used a sword technique to win Yi Feixue's submission, only one layer remained before he cleared the entire hell.
Looking back on the journey, he felt it had been quite easy.
"..."
The system was speechless. "He really is shameless!"
Having won Yi Feixue's submission, Jun Changxiao did not forcibly demand his Soul Origin, because he knew that true Sword Dao experts were not to be allowed their dignity trampled upon.
If Qin Linran and the others found out about this, they would surely cry themselves unconscious in the toilet.
So this was how it was.
Our dignity could just be trampled on as you pleased?
"Everyone."
Jun Changxiao looked at the prisoners and said, "Who among you is from the Starfall Continent?"
Three men who had stood among the crowd with absolutely no sense of presence stepped forward. They were the remaining three pitiful Martial Gods.
A certain reader had actually guessed right. Their imperial titles were based on their surnames: Martial God Zhao, Martial God Qian, and Martial God Sun.
Damn!
Could this get any more professionally serious?
When fellow townsmen met fellow townsmen, the three Martial Gods learned that Jun Changxiao was from the Starfall Continent and had come to rescue them. Their eyes immediately brimmed with tears.
Though the Nine Great Martial Emperors imprisoned in hell were pitiful and lacking in presence, they were tied to two Epic Tasks, so they remained quite important to Jun Changxiao.
One could even say—
Whether he could ascend the throne and become an emperor depended on those nine.
"You three."
Jun Changxiao said seriously, "Once I defeat the Main Culprit of the final layer, I will rescue you."
Because he had long noticed that Imaging Arrays were constantly recording everything, all important conversations, regardless of level,