Hearing her say that, a frenzied killing intent flashed through Murong Feng's eyes.
"Go!"
He gave the order lightly, as though the Foreign Race members of the Myriad Races Alliance were all his slaves.
As though it were only natural that he could decide their lives and deaths with a single word.
"Everyone! Perhaps an opportunity that defies the heavens is waiting for you up ahead?"
The people from the Heaven Martial Sacred Academy also spoke up mockingly. Their intentions were clearly malicious, yet their words could not be called entirely unreasonable.
A cultivator's fate was full of surging waves to begin with. Until the very last moment, no one knew the outcome.
"Fine! Today, your Human Race is using its strength in numbers to hound us like this. Don't blame us when we repay it all in full someday!"
Under this irresistible pressure, the people of the Myriad Races Alliance could only submit.
In truth, their numbers were not small.
But this was Human Race territory, after all. With fewer peak experts on their side, they could only let others push them around.
"Go!"
The next moment, the people of the Myriad Races Alliance charged forward with the resolve to die, only to be instantly disintegrated as well!
Bang!
But their actions finally pushed something to its limit. The sound of space shattering rang out, and countless cracks suddenly appeared across the mirror.
"All of you, get out of my way!"
Delight surged through Murong Feng's heart. He rushed forward at once, and sure enough, his body was not disintegrated!
Just imagine: what level of magical treasure could instantly disintegrate a Peak Saint without anyone controlling it?
Perhaps nothing like that existed anywhere in the myriad worlds.
For the more powerful a magical treasure was, the more restrictions it