"Everyone, Yang Lingtian's strength is plain for all to see. He even managed to repel Di Shitian, whose power rivals the Saint God Realm."
"None of us would likely be his match alone, so don't act rashly."
"How about we join forces?" The refined young man swept his gaze across the crowd and spoke slowly.
"Let's take him down first. As for who gets the Divine Sect Realm inheritance, we'll each rely on our own abilities when the time comes!"
His proposal immediately won the others' support.
"Good! Let's do it! Join forces! We'll seize the inheritance first and talk afterward!"
"Yang Lingtian may be strong, but with so many of us joining forces, he'll be doomed!"
One powerful aura after another locked onto Yang Lingtian.
At the same time, more streaks of light flew over from the distance.
In the space of a few moments, more than a hundred Peak Heavenly God cultivators had gathered around the valley.
Every one of them was a supreme prodigy from a major faction, a true monster among geniuses.
When more than a hundred such existences joined forces, their combined momentum was simply earth-shaking.
Even a genuine Early Saint God Realm powerhouse would likely drink his fill of regret if caught in such an encirclement.
Even a mid-stage Saint God Realm powerhouse would find it a headache.
"Young Master Yang, what should we do?" Huang Yuelan's pretty face paled as she unconsciously moved closer to Yang Lingtian.
Facing so many supreme prodigies, she felt unprecedented pressure.
Yang Lingtian's expression remained calm, but a hint of gravity flashed deep in his eyes.
He was indeed very strong, with countless trump cards.
But facing the siege of more than a hundred peerless prodigies whose combat strength rivaled the Saint God Realm, he also felt a