C546 Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
C546 Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
"This Palace doesn't need more than half an incense stick to burn. If you want to surrender, all of you can leave. Otherwise, when the battle starts later, none of you will have a chance to escape." Chang Qianqian said in a bland voice.
She could already feel that many of the Rankers behind her had thoughts of retreating, but it was normal, since the Black Hills Army's power was truly terrifying.
Just as Chang Qianqian's voice fell, Murong Xun who was beside him had already anxiously said: "Qianqian, how can this be? If someone were to surrender, we wouldn't be able to resist even more."
"I'll say it again for the last time, call me palace master, or don't blame This Palace for being impolite!" Chang Qianqian coldly said as she looked at Murong Xun.
Murong Xun's face froze, she anxiously lowered her head and said: "It's Mistress!"
"Dammit, this young master has shown you so many times, even going so far as to merge my sect with the Wind Palace Holy Land and rope you in, yet you are still treating me like this. Since that is the case, don't blame this young master for not helping you!"
Anger flashed across Murong Xun's eyes.
"Mistress, I'm sorry!" A Expert of Martial God behind Chang Qianqian, unable to withstand Wang Jian's aura, cupped his hands together and apologized. Then, he directly flew out of the Wind Palace Holy Land and knelt at Wang Jian's feet.
Although kneeling down was a loss of dignity, a little dignity compared to life and death was nothing.
Seeing that they were being led, many Rankers flew out of the Wind Palace Holy Land and chose to surrender.
Chang Qianqian's expression was calm as she looked at these people. She was no longer the young miss of Profound Spirit Sect back then, and she did not need cowardly people nor did she need disloyal people.
"Asgard Master, we should submit too. We are no match for them!" Murong Xun advised.
"You can go if you want." Chang Qianqian said indifferently, not even sparing Murong Xun a glance.
This made Murong Xun extremely angry, and her face immediately became gloomy.
"Mistress, I'm sorry, take care!"
Murong Xun said gloomily, and flew out of the Wind Palace Holy Land.
At this time, the Wind Palace Holy Land only had twenty odd experts left, with only one Martial Saint Expert. The rest were all War Gods.
"Have you decided?" Chang Qianqian asked indifferently.
"We are willing to follow Asgard Master with our lives!" The twenty men behind him said with determination, either because they had received Chang Qianqian's favor or because Chang Qianqian had single-handedly promoted them.
"Since you have decided, then the This Palace Lord will tell you the true identity of the This Palace." Chang Qianqian said calmly, as a trace of sincerity appeared on her face: "This Palace is the Vice Sect Leader of the Heavenly Star Sect, the master of the wind palace, Chang Qianqian, from now on, you are all Heavenly Star Sect Disciples!"
"Tian Xing Sect!" The few experts behind him recited the words to themselves a few times, firmly memorizing Tian Xing Sect in their hearts.
"This commander-in-chief has remembered that you possess Peak Martial Saint and that your cultivation is not easy to achieve, so I shall give you another chance. As long as you are willing to submit, this marshal will permit you to not kneel." Wang Jian said as he looked at Chang Qianqian.
"Hehe, This Palace will also give you a chance. To submit to Tian Xing Sect, perhaps I can spare your life." Chang Qianqian laughed coldly, a light flashing past her eyes.
"Stubborn!"
Wang Jian said coldly: "Kill them!"
"Yes sir!" Five black-clothed men walked out from behind Wang Jian. They were all Peak Martial Saint s.
"Chaotic Storm Dance!"
Carrying a unmeasured ruler, a Wind Spirit Qi surged from Chang Qianqian's body. He swung it directly, and a gigantic tornado appeared in front of the Sacred Grounds.