Stealing Another's Glory
Without a massive container capable of holding living beings, Jun Changxiao could only choose to take the equipment, then kill the Demon Madness Race soldiers to eliminate future trouble.
Honestly, it pained him.
After all, these were genuine First Turn Core Transformation Realm cultivators. Who knew how many resources had been spent raising them? Killing them like this was truly a reckless waste of Heaven's gifts.
He had no choice.
For the sake of all living beings, he could only harden his heart and send them on their way.
However.
Yao Mengying's ability to command the Demon Madness Race soldiers came as such a sudden surprise that Jun Changxiao was instantly dumbfounded. Then, unable to contain himself, he let out the sinister "hehehe" laughter of a villain.
If his disciple could control them, that meant he could control them too. If he brought them back to the sect, who in the world would he still need to fear?!
One Core Transformation Realm cultivator might be nothing special, but what about several hundred thousand?
Especially since the Demon Madness main city still had three hundred thousand soldiers, along with eight general-level figures. If they awakened and obeyed orders, they could easily lead an army to flatten the Realm Hall and directly clash with... the Ten Great Immortal Sects!
"Invincible!"
Jun Changxiao covered his face. "My Eternal Sect is going to become invincible!"
The system said, "This is a sect-building story, not a villain protagonist story. Please control your expression, Host."
"Control my ass!"
With a savage expression, Jun Changxiao roared, "With so many soldiers in my hands, whoever dares become an enemy of my Eternal Sect, I'll grind his bones to ash!"
Sigh.
He had gone mad.
It was understandable.
After ascending to the Upper Realm, he had