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The moment the thought arose in his heart, Jiang Wuque felt his face grow hot.
Yet this thought, like the Devil himself, flickered through Jiang Wuque's mind, convincing him it was his best option.
"Yao Le, Brother Xuan, everyone, let's join forces to slay this foe!"
The instant Jiang Wuque cried out these words, the shame in his heart was swept away completely.
Su Xiaoman and the others, who were preparing for a life-and-death struggle against Jiang Wuque and the mysterious newcomer, were stunned upon hearing Jiang Wuque's words.
Some held the Treasure Mirror aloft while others were blessed by ancient emperors, each one majestic, like Divine Children soaring in the skies.
Among their peers, they were emperors, always the ones sweeping others away; they had never before considered joining forces to besiege someone.
Zheng Ming was a threat to them, but they had never thought of collaborating to eliminate him.
