"You're really talking big, aren't you?!"
Zhao Shu, Zhang Fu, and others became instantly furious upon hearing this.
Huang Xiaolong raised his hand to stop them and said, "You go deal with the Divine Hall's own disciples; kill anyone else who obstructs you!"
Zhao Shu, Zhang Fu, and the others understood Huang Xiaolong's intentions—kill all the Divine Hall's own disciples! As for the other forces that had allied with the Divine Hall, sects, families, or empires, kill those who obstruct and spare those who surrender!
Zhao Shu, Zhang Fu, and the others respectfully complied, swiftly moving forward without forming any specific formation for attack but instead standing in a line, each delivering a punch with full force towards the Divine Hall's forces below.
Suddenly, blood rained down.
Pitiful screams and wails melded into a chilling chorus.
The Divine Hall's army might have had forty million troops, but only two million were Innate-level.
