"The Zixiao Holy Land, traitors to the human race, a disgrace to our people! If you abandon darkness and embrace the light now, I, the General, can overlook your past offenses and spare your lives!" Xiang Yu declared, looking down upon the crowd with a cold expression.
A terrifying killing aura enveloped an area hundreds of miles wide, making the ten million soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land struggle for breath, their faces turning deathly pale.
The power of an Emperor realm expert was too terrifying!
"I surrender!"
"I surrender too!"
Hearing this, the soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land, without much hesitation, dropped their weapons and surrendered. They were not the direct lineage of the Holy Land and held little loyalty to it.
The disciples of the Zixiao Holy Land, however, found it harder to make this decision. After all, the Cultivation Techniques they practiced, the treatment they received, everything they possessed, all came from the Holy Land.
