When the group of people had just walked to the square one kilometer away from the entrance of the manor, there was a deafening roar over the entire manor.
Immediately afterwards, a large black crowd rushed out from all directions. When they arrived at the square, they surrounded Ling Hao and others.
Judging from the size of the crowd, it was roughly estimated that there were around 10,000 to 20,000 people. Everyone's body was tense and their breath was fierce.
Ling Hao and others stood there without any trace of panic on their faces. After casually scanning the crowd around them, they looked at the group of people walking out of the castle hall in front.
This group of people is naturally the core members of the Dark Territory Temple led by the God of Death, with a total number of about fifty people.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The God of Death applauded as he walked towards this direction, and the crowd around him automatically gave way to a passage.
"As expected of the famous Western King Ling Shuai, I am so impressed by this courage alone!" He stopped after walking a hundred meters away from Ling Hao.
"If I'm not mistaken, you deliberately made the noise so loud so that we could prepare in advance, right?"
"Congratulations, you got the answer right!" Ling Hao said calmly.
"What do you mean by this, do you plan to wipe out all our Dark Territory Temples?" The God of Death spoke again.
"Otherwise?" Ling Hao responded.
"Haha, I'm really curious about what you rely on!" Death sneered.
"You don't think that just because you killed twenty emperor-level people on your own in Snow Eagle Country, you can challenge our Dark Territory Temple?"
"If you really have such an idea, it only means that you are too naive!"
"That group of trash, I, the deputy master of the Dark Territory Temple, can kill them all!"
"Really? You seem to be very confident!" Ling Hao narrowed his eyes.
"You brought people to attack the Dark Territory Temple. You should have a general understanding of the situation here, right?" Death continued.
"Do you really think you can accomplish anything with just a few of you? Do you know how many Emperor Realm experts I have here?"
"Don't you think what you are saying is childish?" Ling Hao smiled faintly: "In the face of absolute strength, is quantity important?"
"Haha..." The God of Death laughed twice: "I agree with this!"
After he finished speaking, he looked at Ling Hao again and asked, "I have another question that I'm curious about. I wonder if Ling Shuai can give me some answers."
"Tell me about it!" Ling Hao responded.
"You came here this time not just to provoke our Dark Territory Temple, right?" The God of Death said: "If your guess is correct, you must have other motives, right?"
"Not bad, I guessed it right!" Ling Hao smiled faintly again.
"Oh?" Death asked again: "Then you don't know what Ling Shuai's intentions are?"
"Haha, I will tell you this problem before you leave." Ling Hao sneered.
"What a shameless statement!" Phil, who was following closely behind the God of Death, snorted coldly.
"Give you a chance to kill yourself. We can consider letting others go. Otherwise, all of you will die today!"
"Another idiot comes out!" Qinglong said in a deep voice: "If you say nonsense again, believe it or not, I will kill you directly?"
"Bastard!" Phil roared angrily: "You overestimate your abilities, I think you are looking for death!"
After finishing speaking, he took a few steps from behind the God of Death, held a Guan Gong sword in both hands, raised his hand and slashed towards Qinglong.
As one of the deputy hall masters of the Dark Territory Temple, his cultivation level is already at the Battle Emperor Xiaocheng level, so he is naturally not afraid of the Azure Dragon.
"You are the one seeking death!" Qinglong showed no intention of retreating. He flipped his wrist and shot out an arc-shaped sword.
