"I..." Anyang almost spat blood. How is this two choices? This is clearly only one choice.

Even if I fight you, in the end I’ll still be seriously injured, then forced to kneel. To put it bluntly, whether I fight or not, I’ll have to kneel. How the hell am I supposed to choose?

But the problem is, to directly choose to kneel is way too humiliating!

Just as Anyang hesitated, someone suddenly flew over from the horizon at high speed. Anyang looked up and saw that it was several Saint Emperors from the Saint Emperor Hall rushing over.

These Saint Emperors from the Saint Emperor Hall sensed the power fluctuations from Su Yang’s Dojo and were all very surprised, so they all rushed here, wanting to see what exactly had happened.

As soon as they arrived, they saw a scene that shocked them. These few Saint Emperors were completely dumbfounded.

Su Yang’s return was already beyond their expectations. What shocked them even more was that Su Yang had actually brought back so many Saint Emperors. What was going on? Where on earth had Su Yang brought so many Saint Emperors from?

However, seeing this situation, these Saint Emperors from the Saint Emperor Hall were also overjoyed.

The True Martial Realm was facing an annihilating catastrophe, and everyone had fallen into despair. Under such circumstances, not only did Su Yang make it back, he even brought so many Saint Emperors with him. This finally gave the True Martial Realm a sliver of hope!

"Lord Su Mo!" The leading Purple Profound Saint Emperor hurriedly descended and cupped his hands. "Long time no see, I trust you have been well!"

Su Yang glanced at him and said with a faint smile, "Brother Zixuan, your timing is really something. If you’d come half a step later, you probably wouldn’t have gotten to see these people kneel."

The Purple Profound Saint Emperor’s expression turned awkward. He knew Su Yang was mocking him for not stepping in to help Su Yuan.

The Purple Profound Saint Emperor did in fact know that the An Yang Saint Emperor had come to make trouble for Su Yuan. At any other time, he would definitely have stepped in to stop it. But given the current situation, with everyone just waiting for death, the Purple Profound Saint Emperor really didn’t have the mind to care about other matters.

Besides, he didn’t have any real friendship with Su Yuan. The only reason he treated Su Yuan well was entirely for Su Yang’s sake. But with everyone about to die, who still cares about such face? He didn’t want to stir up more trouble at a time like this.

He hadn’t expected Su Yang to actually return, and on top of that, to bring back so many Saint Emperors, directly giving the True Martial Realm a ray of hope. Now, being rebuked by Su Yang, he might feel embarrassed, but he didn’t dare say anything.

Letting out a dry laugh, the Purple Profound Saint Emperor landed not far from Su Yang’s side, and glared angrily at the An Yang Saint Emperor and the others. "You lot have some nerve, daring to come make trouble at Lord Su Mo’s dojo? Have you forgotten how Lord Su Mo spared you last time?"

The An Yang Saint Emperor’s face was ugly to the extreme, but he didn’t dare say a word. In a situation like this, even if Su Yang killed him, the Purple Profound Saint Emperor wouldn’t say a thing.

"Aren’t you going to hurry up and apologize to Lord Su Mo?" the Purple Profound Saint Emperor shouted angrily.

The An Yang Saint Emperor had just opened his mouth when Su Yang said coldly, "Brother Zixuan, are you planning to make decisions for me now?"

The Purple Profound Saint Emperor’s face changed. He had originally wanted to come down and smooth things over. Have the An Yang Saint Emperor apologize to Su Yang, and let the matter pass. Confident in his own status and standing in the True Martial Realm, he assumed that since he was personally speaking up, Su Yang would give him that face.

But he had forgotten that his so-called status and standing might have worked before. Now, however, Su Yang was no longer someone he could compare to at all. Leaving everything else aside, just those dozens of Saint Emperors Su Yang brought back already said it all. In today’s True Martial Realm, it was no longer his place to call the shots. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

After being slapped down by Su Yang like this, the Purple Profound Saint Emperor immediately understood the situation and swallowed the rest of his words. Forcing a smile, he said awkwardly, "Lord Su Mo, I... I just feel that it’s better to resolve enmities than to deepen them. Besides, with the True Martial Realm facing such a crisis, this is exactly the time when we desperately need people. Perhaps we could let them atone for their mistakes with merit..."

"I know perfectly well what needs to be done!" Su Yang said coldly. "The True Martial Realm is indeed at a critical time when we need people, but those who want to be deserters in a time of crisis are better off not used at all!"

The Purple Profound Saint Emperor immediately shut his mouth, and the An Yang Saint Emperor’s face turned even paler. Su Yang’s words made it clear that even though the True Martial Realm needed people, Su Yang was still going to kill him!

Once again, the An Yang Saint Emperor witnessed Su Yang’s domineering force. The Su Yang of today was even more overbearing than before.

But there was nothing he could do. Su Yang now had the capital to be this overbearing!

Seeing Su Yang’s icy gaze, the An Yang Saint Emperor could no longer hold it in. With a thud he fell to his knees, his voice trembling. "Lord Su Mo, I... I know I was wrong. I won’t dare do it again..."

Su Yang cast a cold glance at the An Yang Saint Emperor. "When it comes to staying alive, you really will do anything, won’t you."

The An Yang Saint Emperor burned with shame and fury, but for the sake of his life he didn’t dare utter a single word, and could only endure it silently.

"Since you’ve knelt, your life will be spared for the time being," Su Yang waved his hand. "You lot, listen up. For this matter, I spare you from death. But if you fall into my hands again next time, don’t even think about living."

The few Saint Emperors nodded like bobbing garlic. In the face of absolute power, how could they care about something like dignity? Besides, given Su Yang’s current standing, they even felt it was only right for him to berate them like this.

"Get lost to the side!" Su Yang shouted, waving his hand.

These Saint Emperors hurriedly ran off to the side, standing obediently, not daring to even breathe too loudly.

Su Yang’s gaze shifted to the servants near the dojo. These servants who had already betrayed him all dropped to their knees at once, their voices shaking as they cried out, "We respectfully welcome Master’s return!"

"Save the useless nonsense. I’m not an idiot," Su Yang said coldly. "Those few are Saint Emperors who will fight for the True Martial Realm; their lives can be kept. But what the hell are you? Having done what you did, do you really think I’d spare you?"

With that, Su Yang directly waved his hand. A mighty power swept out, crushing down and instantly slaughtering all hundred-plus servants without leaving a single one alive.

Everyone around was shocked. Among these servants, there was no lack of powerful Saint Kings. Yet with just a wave of Su Yang’s hand, so many people didn’t even have the chance to resist before they were all killed. From this, one could see just how terrifying Su Yang’s strength was.

The An Yang Saint Emperor was especially shaken. He quietly calculated in his heart what the outcome would be if he fought Su Yang with such strength. The conclusion he arrived at filled him with despair. With Su Yang’s current power, if he truly fought Su Yang, he estimated he wouldn’t even be able to withstand three moves. The gap between their strengths was simply too great!