"Then we'll gladly accept. We've also wanted to see what kind of extraordinary treasure land could produce the two of you."
Long Bian and Gong Juanzi exchanged a glance. Gong Juanzi was now all alone and had already pledged himself to Lu Hao, so he had no other thoughts about the Human Realm. Long Bian cared most about his daughter. Now that she had been cured, he naturally had no objections.
They cleaned up the battlefield. Zhang Tao gathered up everything useful, even the corpses of Rank Seven and Rank Eight demon beasts—a whole pile of them.
There had been so many powerful figures present just now that even the Forbidden Sea demon beasts, despite belonging to the Demon Race, had not spared those corpses a second glance. A pile of Rank Seven and Rank Eight demon beast corpses was useless to them, nothing but trash. Yet now, one expert who had just slain a Great Emperor was acting like a penny-pinching merchant, taking all of it away before leaving. Even Lu Hao, the War God who had slain eight Emperor Venerables, searched the place over and over before finally departing. Did they intend to scrape three feet off the sky? Were they somewhat shameless?
No!
They were truly carefree!
They did not care about their own conduct. They only cared about the Human Race's interests. That was what true New Martial artists were.
Nanjiang City. When Lu Hao and the others returned, Fang Ping and the rest had already been waiting eagerly. Seeing Zhang Tao and Lu Hao return unscathed, Fang Ping suddenly shot into the air and shouted, "A great victory today!
"The Martial King slew an Emperor, and the War God slew Emperors! Let us proclaim the might of New Martial! Congratulations to the Martial King! Congratulations