The group of experts was thoroughly bewildered.
"Yang Chen, what do you mean by that?"
"Yang Chen, what mercy should we show these Underworld Ghost Kings? Even if there is a reason, we absolutely cannot go soft-hearted at a time like this. If you show them mercy, you'll be burying our lives with your own hands."
What did Yang Chen mean by this?
They had finally gained the advantage in terms of space-time and could thoroughly suppress these Underworld Ghost Kings. They had only just begun to feel pleased, yet with a single sentence from Yang Chen, they were no longer allowed to kill?
What sentiment was there to speak of between humanity and the Underworld? Why should they spare their lives?
Yang Chen smiled faintly. "Fellow Daoists, there is no need to worry. Simply do as I say and spare their lives. I am confident that I can make these Underworld ghost cultivators even more passive than they are now."
"But..." several experts could not help saying again.
Captain Han waved his hand. "Let us listen to Daoist Friend Yang Chen."
"Captain, why even you..." The other experts were filled with confusion.
With his hands behind his back, Captain Han said, "Think carefully. Daoist Friend Yang Chen has survived for so long on the outskirts of the Undercurrent Universe. Could he have done that merely by moving his lips? At the very least, if it were experts of our World Life Stage, do you all think we could have done better than Daoist Friend Yang Chen?"
Captain Han's words were like an alarm bell, leaving the experts stunned for a moment before waking them up.
That was right. If it were them, were they confident they could do better than Yang Chen?
Surviving in the Undercurrent Universe for so