"What's going on?" Luo Feng tried everything he could to control the Gilded Palace, but under the pressure of more than thirty overlapping Chaos Domains, it would not budge.
"This is bad." Luo Feng's face darkened. He had never expected so many Saint Realm experts to appear at once, much less for all of them to be hostile.
Morosa looked at the Saint Realm experts surrounding them and felt a chill.
Luo Feng had more than twenty Soul Slaves of his own, but not one had reached the Seventh Source. Only ten were Sixth-Origin. Outside, there were thirty-three Saint Realm experts, nearly all Sixth-Origin or above, including two at the Seventh Source level.
"Human, come out and die!" someone shouted from outside.
"Everyone, could there be some misunderstanding between us?" Luo Feng called back.
"Misunderstanding?" A laugh came from outside. "Human, do you recognize me?"
Luo Feng looked over. The speaker was a tall alien with four arms, two legs, three eyes, and purple scales covering his body.
"It's you!" Luo Feng recognized him. He was one of the Five-Origin High-Grade Saint Realm experts who had escaped Luo Feng before. Like Percy of the Bloodwing Tribe, he had a secret escape technique: he had shed his outer scales and fled as a streak of purple light.
"Human, you've been capturing and enslaving Saint Realm experts of every race at will. Don't you know that's taboo?" another voice called.
"Stop wasting words on him. Let's join forces and smash that palace. Everyone in the Floating Sand Sea wants him dead, so he doesn't get to live!" a fierce voice declared.
"Right. No need to talk to him."
"An Eternal True God dares make an enemy of every Saint Realm expert just because he has a Saint Realm will. It would be