At Ancestor Dragon's command, the Patriarchs of the Three Clans charged straight at Di Jun, each kicking him in the head.
Before Di Jun could react, his vision went black, and his head rang loudly.
It hurt! The pain pierced straight into his heart! His skull felt like it was about to split apart...
The overwhelming pressure of Ancestor Dragon, Yuanfeng, and First Kirin crushed Di Jun like the Archaic Divine Mountain, leaving him completely unable to move or fight back. He could only let them do as they pleased.
They pinned Di Jun to the ground and ground him against it. Before long, the bright, spotless ground had turned scarlet, smeared with blood.
The Patriarchs of the Three Clans sneered, their words thick with threat.
"Just you, you rookie, think you can fight us?"
"Ha, tsk!"
"This venerable one will ask you one more time. Will you back down?"
"Will you willingly withdraw from the Primordial World, or shall we kick you out of the Primordial World?!"
Chapter 384: I Agree to Withdraw—Not!
Di Jun: ...
Was there any difference between asking that and not asking?
He didn't have the right to choose at all, did he?
Whether he willingly withdrew or the Patriarchs of the Three Clans kicked him rolling out of the Primordial World, wouldn't the final result be the same?
He would stop participating in the Primordial World's struggle for supremacy and obediently remain Demon Emperor Di Jun.
Di Jun was pinned to the ground and ground against it like a mop. The friction hurt terribly. His flesh had been torn into strips by the rapid grinding, each one covered in beads of blood, while the air was filled with the foul, nauseating stench of blood.
Seeing Di Jun cowering beneath their legs and being ground