Xia Qiuer rose with feigned composure. Smiling at the Immortal Kings, she bowed and clasped her fists. "Qiuer will await your triumphant return at the Imperial Court and prepare a welcome banquet for everyone."
The Immortal Kings clasped their fists. "We will not fail our mission!"
Xia Qiuer nodded and looked at Bing Luoling behind her.
Understanding her meaning, Bing Luoling lifted a hand and sent all one hundred thousand Immortal Kings into the sky at once.
At the same time, a massive purple-gold hand descended from Tian Qiong and carried the hundred thousand Immortal Kings away.
Only after all the kings had left did Xia Qiuer's legs give out, and she collapsed into Bing Luoling's arms, her lips and face pale as paper.
"Why put yourself through this?" Bing Luoling sighed, her heart aching for her.
"In the games played by great figures, it should not always be the little people below who get hurt." Xia Qiuer shook her head and said no more. She did not regret what she had done.
Eighteenth Heaven.
The same place, the same Emperor Lord dharma projection, but a different hundred thousand people.
Liu Mengyu, Ao Cheng, Su Xin, and the others remained silent.
A month ago, Hong Feiyu, Yang Ling, and the others had also stood here, but they had all died.
Now, it was their turn.
Several inheritors clenched their fists coldly.
Hong Feiyu and the others had chosen to lead the charge and "scout the way." They absolutely could not let them die in vain.
Whether it was Shu Ziheng, Dongfang Fengyun, or even the strongest, Xiang Zimo, they would certainly rack their brains to defeat them!
The Emperor Lord's dharma projection looked at the hundred thousand Immortal Kings, whose battle intent was rising step by step. Knowing there was