I, the Holy Son of Yaoguang, am invincible in the world / Even my beautiful master is invincible.

He Long sighed, then added, "But as long as Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng gain the opportunity, losing some men is worthwhile."

"With such a high mortality rate, I wonder if that Holy Son Yaoguang will be able to survive."

"Alas! If he were to die, the Yao Guang Holy Land would suffer a great loss!"

"I wonder if the Four Immortals of Yaoguang will be heartbroken and shed tears?"

"That was their only personally taught disciple."

A group of powerful members of the Southern Sky Alliance laughed gleefully.

"Shut your mouths, you jinxes!"

This time, even Su Xuandou couldn't hold back and shouted coldly at He Long and the others.

The astonishing death rate in the Demon King's Palace also greatly alarmed him.

They were worried that something might happen to Lin Xiao and Princess Chiling.

He was filled with regret.

If I had known this would happen, I should have sent more men to stay by Lin Xiao's side.

"I hope nothing bad happens to that kid. They say evil deeds live on for a thousand years, and that kid is the number one scourge..."

Su Xuandou murmured to himself.

"Your Majesty, just trust Lin Xiao."

Si Lanqi spoke up to comfort everyone: "Palace Master Liu, Palace Master Han, please calm down."

She still had complete faith in Lin Xiao.

"Ok!"

Su Xuandou nodded.

"Heh! You can still keep your composure, huh?"

"Wait a little longer, and the answer will be revealed."

"They'll be the ones crying then..."

He Long and the others remained calm and composed, each with a smile on their face.

At this moment, the surviving Martial Kings who had left the Demon King's Palace were already heading towards the outside of Demon Mist Ridge.

Time passed by, second by second.

The group of powerful individuals gradually quieted down.

Everyone is worried about their own men.

At one point, the first Martial King broke out of Demon Mist Ridge.

"Hidehiko!"

"Where are your fellow disciples?"

A Martial Emperor swiftly descended and appeared before the Martial King.

"Master, all my fellow disciples are dead, only I survived."

That's what King Wu said.

"Sigh... I'm just glad you survived!"

The Martial Emperor was filled with emotion.

Soon, more Martial Kings emerged from Demon Mist Ridge, each welcoming their own powerful warriors.

Many more powerful individuals, however, did not receive their own reinforcements.

"They... were they all wiped out?"

"Three hundred men, a full three hundred elite soldiers! And they just died like that."

Many powerful figures were filled with regret.

"Strange, why haven't Xing Zang, Ye Baifeng, and the others come out yet?"

What are they dawdling about?

As four or five thousand Martial Kings emerged from Demon Mist Ridge, He Long and other powerful figures from the Southern Heaven Alliance felt a growing anxiety.

However, they still didn't believe that Xing Zang, Ye Baifeng, and the others would have any problems.

In their view, the Southern Heaven Alliance was the largest and most powerful force among the people who entered the Demon King's Palace this time.

The chances of survival are naturally the greatest.

"That young man named Yingyan, have you seen Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng?"

"Why haven't they come out yet?"

At one point, He Long couldn't sit still any longer and asked the Martial King a question.

"Xing Zang, Ye Baifeng?"

The Martial King named Yingyan had a strange look on his face.

At this moment, the other Martial Kings also looked at He Long and the other powerful figures, each with a strange expression.

"I'm asking you a question! Answer me now!"

The expressions on the faces of those martial kings made He Long somewhat uncomfortable, and he urged them impatiently.

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Chapter 248 Don't Listen to the Holy Son's Nonsense

"that……"

The Martial King, intimidated by He Long's imposing presence, stammered, "Xing Zang, Ye Baifeng, and the others... they're all dead."

"What did you say?"

He Long's gaze sharpened, and he shouted coldly.

"Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng died at Demon King Mountain."

The Martial King had to repeat himself.

"How dare you!"

"How dare you spread falsehoods and mislead the public!"

He Long's killing intent surged, and with a swift movement, he struck the Martial King with a palm.

"Senior He, please spare my life! It was my ignorant disciple who was ignorant."

The martial king's master hurriedly pleaded for mercy.

"If you can't even teach your apprentice properly, you're a good-for-nothing too, and you deserve to die!"

He Long's palm strike enveloped the Martial Emperor as well.

"what……"

A scream rang out.

The master and his disciple died tragically on the spot.

This silenced the other martial kings around them.

They were all filled with shock and anger.

No one expected that He Long would be so cruel and domineering, resorting to murder at the slightest disagreement.

"He Long, he was just telling the truth. What's wrong with that?"

Su Xuandou coldly questioned, "Even if you can't accept the news of Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng's deaths, you shouldn't take your anger out on others."

"Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng cannot die. Even if your Biyu Dynasty is destroyed, they will not die."

He Long shouted with a gloomy expression.

"That's right! Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng will not die."

"They are prodigies of the Southern Heaven Alliance, how could they possibly die?"

The powerful figures of the Southern Heaven Alliance all spoke up.

They all disbelieved it.

This scene left the other martial kings speechless.

Nobody wants to die a horrible death on the spot.

"Whether Xing Zang and Ye Baifeng die or not is not up to you to decide, but up to me."

At this moment, Lin Xiao emerged from the Demon Mist Ridge.

Princess Chiling, Liu Qingfeng, and the eight hundred silver-armored soldiers beside him were all unharmed.

"Holy Son!"

Si Lanqi, Liu Danfeng, Yan Xiangtong, Han Mu, Han Shi, and others all had their eyes light up.

Su Xuandou also showed a look of joy.

They had been worried about Lin Xiao's safety.

Now, not only has Lin Xiao returned safely, but everyone around him has also been safe and sound.

In the Demon King's dungeon, where the death rate was extremely high, this was nothing short of a miracle.

"How did the Holy Son Yaoguang manage to do that?"

"They actually brought everyone back safely."

"That's incredible."

The powerful figures from other factions all looked on with surprise and doubt.

It's hard for people to imagine how Lin Xiao managed to do all this.