The entire scene fell deathly silent. The cultivators who were still struggling were all dumbfounded.
With a single move, three mid-stage Divine Emperors and dozens of warships had simply vanished?
Yang Lingtian beckoned the Glazed Pagoda back and held it in his palm.
He slowly descended to the edge of the enormous crater.
At the bottom of the pit, the three Divine Emperors were covered in blood, their auras feeble.
Granny Ten Thousand Poisons was in the worst shape of all. Her staff had already snapped.
The venomous snake had been smashed into a lump of flesh, and she herself was barely alive.
"Is this what you were relying on?"
Yang Lingtian looked down at them from above, his eyes full of mockery.
"Too weak. You're not even enough to warm me up."
The vice hall master of Netherworld Hall struggled to raise his head, his eyes filled with fear and venom.
"You... what realm are you in? You're definitely not a Divine King!"
How could a Divine King suppress three Divine Emperors with a single move? That went against the Heavenly Dao!
"What realm I'm in isn't important."
Yang Lingtian crouched down and looked at them.
"What matters is that you're my captives now."
He turned to Yang Dingtian and Lei Potian, who had been waiting for quite some time.
"Ding Tian, these three old geezers are yours. Seal their cultivation and throw them into the 'Dead Men's Pit.'"
"As for the one from Netherworld Hall, have him clean up corpse aura."
"The poison-player can go exterminate pests in the medicine fields."
"As for the one with the abacus..."
Yang Lingtian paused and glanced at the golden-armored middle-aged man.
"Send him to be Lu Xuanji's accountant. Get one calculation wrong, and chop off one finger."
"Got it!"
Yang Dingtian