The Peerless Emperor-Chapter 1275 - 1276: Relying on Numbers? (Part 1)

Despite Yang Huanwen's current strength having plummeted by half, the aura he exuded was much more ferocious than before, his face contorted.

At this moment, he wished he could swallow Lin Qian whole, devouring his flesh and drinking his blood.

Although the minister was his subject, he had taught him from a young age, akin to a teacher and a father, their bond was profound.

He couldn't fathom that such a figure like a mentor or father would just die. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

Sacrificing himself for the sake of his clan's grand cause.

From the twisted black aperture, one figure after another emerged, their auras heavy, enveloping them, extraordinary.

Their realms were all Soul Martial Artists in the Entering Dao Realm, the weakest among them was Fifth Level, and there were even two Seventh Level entities stepping forth.

These individuals were of different races, including those from the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan and the Eight-Eyed Divine Race, seemingly quite old judging by their ages.

There were deep traces of age on them, likely ancient monsters who have lived unknown years.

After emerging from the twisted black aperture, these people curiously surveyed their surroundings, each displaying an appearance of contemplation.

Until the tenth person also stepped out from the aperture, the twisted black aperture completely vanished, as if it had never appeared.

In the void floated a spectral image, notably that of the minister from the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.

It was merely a fragment of a soul, not far from dispersal.

The fragment persisted in mid-air due to the minister's obsession, wanting to see Lin Qian's downfall with his own eyes, eradicating a potential future scourge.

"Second Uncle!" Among the ten, the Four-Eyed Spirit Clan's Yang Huanguang immediately recognized him, hurriedly approaching.

On the other side, Yang Huanwen also looked towards him, respectfully addressing him as Second Uncle, while greeting the other seniors of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race.

The ten individuals looked up, seeing the floating soul fragment in the sky, instantly understanding.

"Eight-Eyed Body Refined, transformed into a furnace, condensed to void, flesh and blood as path." A strong figure from the Eight-Eyed Divine Race exclaimed, understanding that the minister had sacrificed himself, transformed into a spatial passage to allow their arrival into this sealed land.

Yang Huanguang, seeing ten strong allies, looked smugly towards Lin Qian's direction: "How now, today you're doomed."

Lin Qian furrowed his brows slightly, silently watching them, saying nothing.

Beside him, Han Xin and Yang Jian exchanged glances and also revealed bitter smiles.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Huanguang assumed they were frightened, growing even more complacent, coldly said: "My beloved grandson, today grandfather can finally make the one who killed you, accompany you down there."

On the other side, Yang Huanwen also relayed the earlier circumstances and specifics via soul communication to these ten individuals.

After listening, the ten raised their heads to look at the minister's soul fragment above.

In mid-air, the minister's soul fragment, upon seeing the ten gaze at him, nodded secretly, eyes filled with eagerness.

The ten understood the minister's eager gaze was laden with meaning, hoping they quickly eradicate Lin Qian to prevent future troubles, allowing him peace in death.

"Able to sever your arm with a single sword, only an Enlightenment Realm—truly remarkable." Yang Huanwen and Yang Huanguang's second uncle suddenly spoke.

He was the only Four-Eyed Spirit Clan member among the ten, and also one of the two Seventh Level in the Entering Dao Realm.

Though also a Seventh Level, his skill seemed to be far deeper than Yang Huanwen's.

The other nine nodded in agreement, gazing towards Lin Qian with unfriendly expressions.

This person pushed their kin to self-sacrifice in such a painful cruel manner, transforming with flesh and blood to a passage for their arrival, arousing grief and hatred, wishing to cut him to pieces.

Meanwhile, his aptitude and the strength of his forces were causes for vigilance.

As the minister stated, now is the best chance to kill Lin Qian, sealing heaven and earth to trap him before he's fully grown.

"If you are willing to surrender and swear an oath against inner demons, you can still survive." At this moment, the leader of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race among the ten suddenly spoke.

His words made Yang Huanwen's face change, hastily saying: "Elder, he caused Uncle Yang Liu's death, how could you let him live?"

"Hold your tongue. Don't let a bit of hatred blind your eyes." The Eight-Eyed Divine Race leader rebuked, "If this person surrenders, the benefits are ten thousand times better than killing him."

The remaining nine, along with their second uncle, nodded in silent agreement after careful consideration.

Lin Qian's extraordinary aptitude, if seized, could allow their clans to nurture at least two outstanding talents, beneficial for their future.

Their clans were inherently special, intermarriage could produce unique Divine Sons.

If Lin Qian's aptitude was transferred to a pair from their clans, intermarrying might indeed produce a Divine Son, bringing boundless benefits unrefusably.

Then, the leader of the Eight-Eyed Divine Race continued gazing at Lin Qian with a tempting tone: "You must understand, upon surrendering to us, your treatment will not differ from your current status."

"The Nine Heavens is just a small place, completely limiting your talents."

Lin Qian looked at the Eight-Eyed Divine Race leader before him as if observing an idiot: "Surrender to me? You, what qualifications do you have!"

These words from Lin Qian were self-assured, unequivocal, utterly disregarding the twelve before him.

Lin Qian's demeanor and response made the Eight-Eyed Divine Race leader's face turn cold, threateningly said: "No qualifications, Human Clan's boy, you seem not to see the situation clearly."

"If we start fighting, do you think you have a way out?"

"Ignorant of the height of heavens and the vastness of earth!"

These people all spoke, ridiculing, staring at Lin Qian as if he was already theirs to decide.

"I wonder why you believe victory is certain, why today I must die?" Gazing at these smug individuals, Lin Qian mocked with laughter.

Listening to Lin Qian's words, the ten rescuers had yet to speak when Yang Huanguang already called out vehemently, "Why? Because we outnumber you, understand!"

"To know the times is of great advantage, Human Clan's boy!"

Lin Qian upon hearing this couldn't help but laugh, glancing at Han Xin beside him, then at Yang Jian; "Gentlemen, did he say they outnumber us? Did I hear wrong?"