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"Now that we have reached cooperation, I will take Di Jun away."

Di Jiang turned to look at Di Jun and ordered: "Di Jun, let's go."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Although Di Jun was unwilling to do so, he had to obey Di Jiang's order and looked back at the saints of the Rakshasa and Lingwu tribes, unabashedly showing contempt and disdain.

In his eyes, even if the Imperial Clan cooperates with the Rakshasa and Lingwu Clan, it is because the Imperial Clan is taking advantage of them. In front of the Imperial Clan, the Rakshasa and Lingwu Clan are just a bunch of dogs. They can be used by the Imperial Clan.

It's their pleasure to take advantage.

However, a being like this actually wants to take advantage of the Imperial Clan. This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world.

Just like that, Di Jiang and Di Jun turned into a ray of light and shot through the sky, leaving the territory of the Rakshasa tribe.

Lou Sheng smiled and said to Pang Wusheng: "The matter is resolved."

Pang Wusheng said in a deep voice: "Loud Saint, do you really plan to cooperate with the Imperial Clan? Even I can see that the Imperial Clan wants to take advantage of us. He will not let any of us go in the Saint-killing battlefield.

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"Who do you think the Imperial Clan is, that they are worthy of cooperating with us?"

Lou Sheng said contemptuously: "The Imperial Clan is so stupid that they dare to launch the Saint-killing battlefield at this time. After all, he underestimated the powerful clans too much. That will be the burial place of Di Jiang."

"What a big statement. Di Jiang is now the sub-sage. Looking at the entire Holy Forest Continent, who can kill him? Who dares to kill him?" Yuchi Heng said with a smile.

"There are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the sky. There are many powerful clans in the Holy Forest Continent, why is it that only the Imperial clan has the sub-sage?" Lou Sheng said slowly.

The expressions of Pang Wusheng, Yu Chiheng and others changed drastically, some of them couldn't believe what they heard.

"Sheng Lou, don't be alarmist. Listening to your tone, is it possible that you Rakshasa tribe still has a sub-sage?" Pang Wusheng gritted his teeth and said.

"We, the Rakshasa clan, don't have it, but that doesn't mean that other powerful clans don't have it," Lou Sheng said calmly.

"It's ridiculous! If there were sub-sages from other powerful races, wouldn't they have unified the Holy Forest Continent long ago? It would be your turn for the human race, the demon race and the Rakshasa race to stand up here as a tripartite?" Yu Chi Heng immediately retorted.

Lou Sheng said calmly: "That's because the major powerful clans are maintaining a balance with each other. As long as this balance is not broken, we use various methods to temper the younger generations and let the geniuses of the younger generations continue to be canonized. And in these

There must be someone among the geniuses who can be conferred the title of Yasheng. However, the matter of conferring the title of Yasheng is very important. Once the sub-sage appears and becomes the target of public criticism, it would be ridiculous for the imperial clan to be arrogant and arrogant. It would only be enough to confer the title of Yasheng, but they actually launch a battlefield to kill the saints. This is inevitable.

Geniuses from other powerful races will be forcibly promoted to sub-sages, and at that time, Di Jiang will be killed by sub-sages from other races."

Hearing this, the wonderful expressions on the faces of the saints of the Lingwu Tribe could not be more exaggerated. They never thought that in the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon in the Holy Forest Continent, there already existed some semi-saints who could be crowned sub-saints. They did not rush for promotion just to maintain balance.

But now, the emergence of the Imperial Clan has broken this balance.

"What's Lou Sheng's plan?" Pang Wusheng asked.

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman will benefit. There will be other sub-sages from powerful clans to deal with Di Jiang, and we only need to wait for them to come forward and take advantage when they both lose." Lou Sheng said confidently.

"Lou Sheng Yingming!"

"This is the qualified holy head of our Rakshasa clan!"

"With Lou Sheng leading us, we will definitely be able to overcome all obstacles and reach the top."

The saints of the Rakshasa tribe were overjoyed and praised Lou Sheng one after another.

Pang Wusheng immediately said: "Loud Sheng, what you said to Di Jiang only represents your Rakshasa clan, and our Lingwu clan cannot be included. After all, you are not qualified to represent our Lingwu clan."

The faces of the Rakshasa saints changed, and they looked at Pang Wusheng with a somewhat unkind expression.

"Your Lingwu tribe has already formed an alliance with our Rakshasa tribe. Do you want to escape at this time?" Lou Sheng asked.

"It's a joke, our Lingwu tribe is not afraid of heaven and earth, how could we escape from the battlefield?" Yu Chi Heng said disapprovingly.

"So you choose to be afraid of the Imperial Clan?" Lou Sheng said with contempt on his face.

"Be bold!"

"presumptuous!"

The saints of the Lingwu Tribe immediately scolded him, with their eyes wide open in anger.

"Sheng Lou, please pay attention to your tone. I, the saints of the Lingwu Clan, cannot tolerate your humiliation." Pang Wusheng threatened.

Lou Sheng smiled slightly, "Pang Wu Sheng is so majestic, why don't you dare to show it off in front of Di Jun?"

"you……"

Pang Wusheng was furious, but he was speechless and could not utter a word of rebuttal.

"Since you are unwilling to go to the Saint-Slaying Battlefield, then you should go back to Lingwu Continent. If we, the Rakshasa clan, do not form an alliance with the incompetent waste, it would be a shame for us, the Rakshasa clan." Lou Sheng issued an order to expel guests.

"What did you say? You want to drive us away?"

Pang Wusheng's face changed drastically. If he just returned to the Lingwu clan, where would he put his old face?

"Driving us back to Lingwu Continent? Ridiculous, who do you think you are!"

Yuchi Heng shouted coldly, they want to occupy the Holy Forest Continent, so naturally they don't want to go back like this, but they are even more unwilling to participate in the battlefield of killing saints. It is a battle of saints, with a narrow escape from death, and they are not willing to make fun of their own lives.

The saints of the Lingwu tribe cherish their lives very much.

Lou Sheng said condescendingly: "This Saint is not discussing with you, but informing you that you must either cooperate with us or return to Lingwu Continent. You have also seen my strength. Pang Wusheng, do you think you can take over this Saint?"

trick?"

"Sheng Lou, don't bully others too much."

Pang Wusheng's chest rose and fell violently. He knew that he was no match for Lou Sheng, but he could not tolerate being so humiliated by the other party.

"According to what you, Pang Wusheng, want, Du Ning kills the half-saint of your Lingwu clan, and you, the Lingwu clan, don't even dare to fart after all?" Lou Sheng deliberately spoke to provoke him.

"How dare you! Du Ning killed me, a half-saint of the Lingwu Tribe. Such hatred is irreconcilable, how can we not avenge it?"

"Who said that our Lingwu tribe wouldn't even dare to fart? If we could see Du Ning, I would cut him into pieces and make him regret coming to this world."

"We will not give up until we kill Du Ning to take revenge!"

The hatred of the saints of the Lingwu clan was instantly filled. They were aloof and could not tolerate Du Ning killing their half-saint, but they did not even have the courage to take revenge.

"Want to kill Du Ning? Very good. The Saint-killing battlefield is your chance."

Lou Sheng said: "Those who want revenge, come with me to join the Saint-killing battlefield. Although I have never taken you seriously, please don't make us look down on you even more."

"You dare to look down on us like this. How can it be so? How can you be so unreasonable!"

Pang Wusheng was furious and said, "Okay, since you have said this, then our Lingwu clan will never be cowards and will let you participate in the battlefield of killing saints."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The saints of the Lingwu tribe roared repeatedly.