"I haven't gone after you, but you, little rats, dare to show yourself before me." Wang Wei's voice echoed between Heaven and Earth as a towering hand descended and caught the hooded individual. He tried to resist, but it was futile. People stopped to watch everything before focusing on their battle.
Ao Shen faced three opponents: Lightning Fist, Purple Dragon, and Divine Armament Body—a 3-meter-tall burly martial artist with ho hair (not a monk). However, despite being outnumbered, his eyes indicated he saw these people as only prey.
"Flower Blade is asking for help," said Lightning Fist through divine sense.
"Can't he hold any longer? I don't think we'll be able to deal with that dragon any time soon," Purple Dragon replied.
"He's holding two enemy Immortal Sovereigns; what do you think?"
"Tell him to sacrifice as many First Class Insurgents as he needs to buy us enough time."
"Let's see what his majesty has to say about this."
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