At this time, Ona no longer cares about the revenge of killing his son!
He knew very well that today, let alone avenging his son, it was still unknown whether he himself would survive until tomorrow!
"When you decided to send troops to Tianlong City, did you ever think about letting me go?" Murong Ziyun asked back.
"I, Jihan Castle, and even the entire Demon Realm City can surrender to you, and I can also assist you in attacking Xuantian City!" Ona did not directly answer Murong Ziyun's words.
"In addition, all the territory under the jurisdiction of our Demonic City can be transferred to Tianlong City for free!"
"Haha, do you think I will believe you?" Murong Ziyun sneered.
call!
Ona let out a heavy breath.
"I know it would be easy for you to kill me now!"
"But if you push me too hard, I won't make it easy for you even if I die!"
"Even if I can't do anything to you, of these people you brought, I can at least get a few of them to be buried with me. You should know that I have that ability!"
While he was speaking, a large, dark crowd came from all sides of the manor.
"Really?" Murong Ziyun glanced around and then looked at Ona again: "You overestimate yourself!"
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and waved: "Do it, everyone who abandons their cultivation will live, otherwise, they will be killed!"
"Received!" Ling Hao and Murong Xu responded at the same time.
As soon as the words fell, everyone rushed around at the same time.
"Come on all of them and kill them!" A white-haired old man led by the other party said angrily.
Wow!
The next moment, both sides fell into a fierce fight.
Of course, what they call a fight is actually a unilateral crushing.
Except for the twenty-odd people who cultivated the Supreme Saint, the others were all Supreme Realm warriors.
People here in Tianlong City can knock down dozens of people just by raising their hands.
The two old men of the sixth level of the Holy Spirit on the other side jointly attacked Murong Xu.
It's just that the two of them are just looking for abuse!
Murong Xu's cultivation level was already just a hair away from being an eighth-grade saint, but after the life-and-death decisive battle a few days ago, it got even further.
Therefore, after refining the seventh-level beast core given to him by Ling Hao, his cultivation level broke through to the eighth-level Holy Saint without any suspense.
With his current strength, opponents in the sixth level are not much stronger than ants in front of him.
The result was as expected. After a few rounds, the two sixth-grade holy warriors were lifted into the air, slammed to the ground, and their whole bodies twitched a few times and became silent.
Ling Hao's opponents were two fifth-level old men. Just like Murong Xu, the two opponents could not hold out for two minutes in Ling Hao's hands before they were cut into two pieces, their flesh and blood blurred.
Then, the two of them rushed towards each other's other warriors in the Holy Realm again.
With the two of them joining in, more than twenty people in the early stage of the Sainthood were all lying down for less than ten minutes, and no one survived.
Bang!
At the same time, several kilometers away in mid-air, Ona had already exchanged a move with Murong Ziyun.
On the surface, with one move, the two seemed to be equally matched.
"If your guess is correct, you should have just recovered your cultivation not long ago, right?" Ona suppressed the surging blood in his heart and spoke loudly.
He had already fallen into despair, but after this round, a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.
Perhaps, if he uses all his cards, a battle is not impossible.
"Let's take action!" Murong Ziyun did not answer his words: "Looking at the fact that you are considered a figure, I will give you a chance to use your trump card!"
"But you only get one chance, so you'd better give it your all!"
