They had already cursed Haotian eighteen times over in their hearts.
A man could be shameless, but how could anyone sink to Haotian's level?
All to recruit soldiers.
He had even resorted to such filthy, underhanded tricks.
It was easy to imagine how this fellow would stop at nothing to achieve his goals.
In his eyes, rules and regulations meant nothing.
Everything revolved around his own interests.
One could only imagine the future.
Once he became the ruler of the Heavenly Court, what would he turn it into?
"No one is resisting? Good. As the saying goes, those who recognize the tides of the times are true talents. Everyone here is a fine talent, man or woman, and there will certainly be a place for each of you among the Heavenly Soldiers."
"Rest assured! I treat everyone equally. As long as you serve me wholeheartedly, I certainly won't treat you poorly in the future."
When Haotian saw that no one resisted, he actually found it a little dull.
So he launched into a lengthy speech, making everyone a grand promise.
Just as he was getting carried away with his speech,
one powerful cultivator could bear it no longer.
"You shameless wretch! Kill me or carve me up as you please, but how dare you stand here prattling on! Even a clay figure has a spark of anger. Today, this old man will fight you to the death!"
He sprang into the air, a blade and fork in his hands, ready to fight Haotian to the death.
Unfortunately, how could he possibly get close?
A black-robed man beside Haotian casually struck him into meat paste with a single palm.
His soul was plucked out.
Then it was sealed directly into the Investiture of the Gods.
The methods were utterly brutal.
Haotian