"I would rather die fighting than live in cowardice. A martial man had never retreated. Only by fighting to the final moment could he be worthy of this body of ringing iron bones!"
As the first burly man charged back up with grim resolve, someone else abruptly stopped, lifted his head, and let out a mournful, long roar. In the next instant, man and saber became one, turning into a blazing rainbow of light that rushed fiercely toward the sky-covering hand in the firmament.
"Fight!"
"Fight to our hearts' content!"
As if infected by that blood-hot courage, long roars rang out one after another. Figure after figure burned their essence, energy, and spirit, carrying an indomitable momentum of death with no life, and shot into the sky to crash into the giant palm pressing down.
But it was utterly useless.
High in the sky, the white-bearded, white-haired Daoist only let out a cold snort. The great hand slowly pressed down, and every dazzling offensive collapsed soundlessly like foam.
The martial men who had charged upward against it instantly coughed up blood in great mouthfuls, spiderweb-like cracks splitting open across their powerful martial bodies.
Immediately afterward, the great hand merely grasped through the air, and an irresistible force restrained them all. Like gathering up weeds, it took them all into the gourd at the Daoist's waist.
The gap was too great—so great it made one despair, so great one could not even muster the will to resist.
Thud!
At last, someone's martial heart completely collapsed. He knelt in midair and screamed hoarsely, "I surrender! Please spare my life, Exalted Immortal!"
"I surrender too! I am willing to be driven at the Exalted Immortal's command!"
In an instant, like toppled dominoes, at least several hundred people knelt one after another, deeply lowering