Escape

"Fellow Daoist Poison Dragon, what do you think of my Supreme Thunder Method?"

Watching his Six Jia Divine Soldiers smash through everything in their path, Aaron could not help but laugh aloud.

"Truly peerless in its sharpness, unlike anything of this mortal world!"

Poison Dragon answered blankly, then glanced again at the three little ones following beside Aaron.

It was said that this Supreme Divine Thunder had been refined by them?

Yet from the looks of it, these three Daoist acolytes had not yet opened their Heavenly Gates and gained the resonance of Heaven and Man. They possessed no Daoist arts!

What if... someday this Supreme Divine Thunder falls upon my head? Fortunately, these acolytes are ordinary people and can be deceived by Daoist arts!

Just as Poison Dragon was comforting himself inwardly, he heard Aaron say with a smile, "Among the Buddhists and Daoists, there are many who refuse to submit to the king's laws... If one day we gain the realm, whichever sect refuses to obey, we can simply send a death warrior carrying Supreme Divine Thunder to blast their mountain gate flat!"

As though he had seen through Poison Dragon's thoughts, Aaron added, "Of course, before sending him, we must at least grant the death warrior the rank of a fifth-grade official. What do you think?"

Poison Dragon's eyes widened as he stared at Aaron, his face filled with horror and fear.

With an official rank, one would no longer be susceptible to the bewilderment of Daoist arts, and then be armed with Supreme Divine Thunder? What Daoist priest or Buddhist monk could possibly withstand that?

You... you... you're a demon, aren't you?

At this moment, the Six Jia Divine Soldiers were smashing through everything in their path as they charged into the enemy formation.

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