Now Crying Would Work Too

"Take turns attacking?"

Li Zhōujūn looked at the Central Great Emperor and smiled. "That doesn't seem necessary."

"Why?" the Central Great Emperor asked with a frown.

"There's a saying: to capture the bandits, first capture their king." The corners of Li Zhōujūn's lips lifted slightly.

"Azure Emperor, you mean we should attack Ink Mountain Painting Immortal directly?" the Northern Star Great Emperor asked in surprise.

"Although Ink Mountain Painting Immortal claims not to be an Ancient Saint, the strength she has displayed is far beyond that of a Half-step Dao Saint. Azure Emperor, are you serious?"

The Central Great Emperor's tone was solemn.

"The Central Great Emperor isn't wrong. If we anger Ink Mountain Painting Immortal, we'll all die!" Great Emperor Xuannan said.

Mu Zhenhuang chuckled at Great Emperor Xuannan. "You make it sound as though you'll survive even if Azure Emperor doesn't attack Ink Mountain Painting Immortal. She said that only one of us can live. What makes you think you can outlast Azure Emperor and the Central Great Emperor and be the last one standing?"

"Then you won't survive either." Great Emperor Xuannan snorted.

"I never said I could be the last one standing, so I think Azure Emperor's suggestion is a good one." Mu Zhenhuang said.

The corners of Great Emperor Xuannan's mouth twitched. He had no way to refute that.

At the same time.

Ink Mountain Painting Immortal, who was watching everything from the shadows, wore a disdainful smile.

Attack her?

How could she possibly believe that?

Although she wasn't an Ancient Saint, merely a Painting Immortal born from this world within the painting, she still possessed the strength of a First-Rank Dao Saint.

A bunch of ants probably couldn't even find where she was, could they?

However, Li Zhōujūn didn't continue wasting his breath with