"What do you want to do?"
Han Ze raised his hand. Immediately, Pei Xuanjing felt an invisible force gripping his neck and lifting him up. A sense of suffocation washed over him. He struggled but couldn't break free from this invisible power.
He was slowly hoisted into the air, his feet kicking helplessly in mid - air.
Seeing this, Nan Zhijin quickly knelt beside Han Ze and pleaded, "My Lord Dragon King, please calm your anger!"
Han Ze squinted his eyes and said, "I almost forgot about you."
After saying that, Nan Zhijin, just like Pei Xuanjing, was lifted up by an invisible force gripping his neck.
Both of them felt the invisible force around their necks tightening. If this continued, their necks would surely be snapped.
At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, apart from the people Han Ze brought, there was no one else around.
Han Ze used his spiritual voice to penetrate the secret realm's restrictions, ensuring that everyone present could hear him, including the disciples of various sects hiding in the secret realm.
"Everyone in the secret realm, I'm sure you all know who I am. I'm Han Ze of the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan is the leader of all beasts, born in accordance with the will of heaven and earth. We are destined to be the masters of the Nine Desolate Continent."
"Among you, there are sect disciples, wandering cultivators, chosen ones born on the Nine Desolate Continent, and mortal cultivators who have made their way from the mortal world. But no matter who you are, your goal is the same: to ascend to godhood and enter the upper realm!"
"Unfortunately, the resources and capabilities of the Nine Desolate Continent are limited. Most of the resources are concentrated in the hands of a few, favoring those with exceptional talents. Only a small amount of resources is left for wandering cultivators and outer - sect disciples, and they often have to risk their lives to obtain them."
"Don't you think this is unfair? Why do some people enjoy all the good things in the world from birth, while others can't reach the starting point of others no matter how hard they try?"
Han Ze's words stirred the hearts of the wandering cultivators hiding in the secret realm with the sect disciples.
The cultivation world was a place of the law of the jungle. Even though they knew it was often unfair, they had gotten used to the rules of this world.
But Han Ze's words magnified their desires, making them feel that perhaps these rules could be changed. Instantly, the looks of the wandering cultivators at the sect disciples in the secret realm changed.
Han Ze keenly sensed the different emotional fluctuations and said in a more alluring tone, "Don't you want to overthrow these rules and make your own? "
"I promise you that as long as you follow me, I will reward you according to your merits. From now on, you will be my most loyal subordinates, and I will never treat you badly."
"You poor souls who have endured for so long, it's time for you to rise up and rebel!"
As Han Ze's impassioned voice faded, the wandering cultivators in the secret realm, taking a desperate chance, began to rise up. They vented their long - held resentment towards the sects all at once. Some even started to break the restrictions of the secret realm.
The sect disciples were in the minority. Now being attacked by the wandering cultivators, they couldn't hold on for a moment and had to scatter.
The situation was the same in the secret realm where the Qingyun Sword Sect was located. Master Honghua directed the disciples to resist the attacks of the wandering cultivators and sent people to guard the secret realm to prevent it from being opened.
But in the end, the wandering cultivators gained the upper hand. The restrictions of most secret realms were broken, and the entrances to the secret realms were exposed.
The wandering cultivators rushed out of the secret realm. When they saw the scene in front of them, fear welled up in their hearts. They knelt down in front of Han Ze one after another and shouted, "My Lord Dragon King! Please accept us!"
Seeing that the situation was out of control, Master Honghua quickly used his spiritual voice, "Don't be deceived by the traitor. If you step out of the secret realm, death is the only thing waiting for you!"
"You are cultivators. Do you want to fall into demonhood? Don't you know the consequences of becoming a demon?"
But Master Honghua's voice was drowned out by the sounds of the wandering cultivators' attacks. They were crazy to find a way out for themselves.
They didn't care whether it was demon or immortal. As long as they could ascend to godhood and live as long as the heavens, their lives would be worth it.
Han Ze took out several pills and threw them to the cultivators kneeling in front of him, saying, "This is my greeting gift to you. After taking them, your cultivation will greatly increase."
The wandering cultivators looked at each other. At first, no one dared to take the pills. But once there was a start, the first person took it, and then the second, the third...
The first person who took the pill was instantly filled with spiritual energy. His Golden Core began to heat up, and in full view of everyone, his cultivation increased by two major realms.
"What kind of pill is this? One can advance without going through the thunder tribulation. Is there really no side effect to such a good pill?"
"This pill is a gift from the Dragon King. It's his sincerity to us. What are you still hesitating about? Let's take it quickly!"
"If you don't take it, give it to me. There are still others who haven't got one!"
Hearing this, the cultivators who got the pills no longer hesitated and quickly took them. Those who didn't get one rushed forward to snatch them.
Han Ze was like a man teasing fish in the water, throwing a few pills from time to time. Watching them scramble for the pills and then taking them as if receiving a great gift, he couldn't help but laugh.
Pei Xuanjing and Nan Zhijin's faces were as pale as paper. They had been hanging in the air for a long time, and the parts above their necks were completely congested. Nan Zhijin even began to roll his eyes due to suffocation.
After instigating a part of the people, Han Ze looked at the entrance of the secret realm where the Qingyun Sword Sect was hiding and clicked his tongue twice. "Tsk, tsk. You claim to be a righteous sect, but when you see your own disciples being tortured like this, you don't even come out to rescue them?"
Hearing this, the temple guards of the main temple and the demon soldiers behind them all began to jeer.
Pei Xuanjing knew that if he took the pill, he would become a demonic cultivator. He opened his mouth, trying to tell the people of the sect not to come out to rescue him, but he couldn't make a sound.
Seeing that there was no movement, the sarcasm in Han Ze's eyes grew stronger. "It seems that your sect has abandoned you."
"This! Is the so - called righteous path. This! Is the so - called sect!"
"It's simply ridiculous!"
Han Ze raised his hand and curled his five fingers into his palm. Pei Xuanjing and Nan Zhijin immediately felt that they were about to pass out. The long - term suffocation made them see stars. Now, Han Ze was finally going to give them a release.
Just as they were about to stop breathing, Master Hengling flew out of the secret realm and shouted, "Wait!"
Han Ze's attention was drawn to him. Master Hengling's figure flashed, and the two people who were originally imprisoned in the air were immediately rescued. Then they appeared behind Master Hengling.
The two rescued people covered their necks and coughed frantically, gasping for air, their steps staggering.
Han Ze looked at Master Hengling with great interest and murmured in a low voice, "The art of space..."
Master Hengling looked up. At this time, his hair was completely white, his straight back was bent, and a faint aura of death appeared on his face.
After using the art of space several times in a row, his life force was almost exhausted. Master Hengling could feel that his days were numbered.