Divine Martial War God Battalion!
The moment Shang Lang heard that the Sword King was going to deal with them, he immediately said, "Although the Sword King's swordsmanship has reached the divine level and his cultivation is heaven-defying, you're still alone and outnumbered. Even two fists can't beat four hands!"
When Lin Bai heard this, he smiled. "You mean to say... you want me to go alone?"
"Do all you civil officials like splitting hairs?"
Lin Bai chuckled.
Shang Lang had said that two fists could not beat four hands. The obvious implication was that he wanted Lin Bai to deal with the powerhouses of those dynasties alone, and did not want Lin Bai to bring Divine Martial Nation's army with him.
In other words, Shang Lang meant: If you're going, go alone. If you intend to bring Divine Martial Nation's army with you, then I advise you not to go!
Shang Lang said, "This subject wouldn't dare!"
Lin Bai shook his head. "Don't worry. I won't be going alone. Besides, I don't need to go myself!"
Shang Lang asked curiously, "If the Sword King isn't going to act, then how can those Yang God Realm powerhouses be slain? This subject is dull-witted, so I beg the Sword King to enlighten me!"
Lin Bai smiled. "It's very simple!"
"Zhuo Lian, Nie Xiong, how much longer are you going to wait? Come in."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—
At that moment, more than seventy young men and women flew into the Golden Hall in neat formation. They wore uniform clothing. Though they were young, the power fluctuations coming from them were truly terrifying!
Almost every one of them had reached the fourth level of the Yang God Realm, or even higher than the fifth level!
"The Immortal Cave Mountain Seventy-Two Sword Cultivators pay