Wang Jian's gloomy voice slowly sounded, and a powerful aura emerged from his body, which instantly spread out. All the powerful martial saints in the Holy Land of the Wind Palace felt a chill, and cold sweat couldn't help but lower their foreheads.

"I don't need a half incense stick. If you want to surrender, go out, so as not to start a war later and you will not have a chance to escape." Chang Qianqian's faint voice rang.

She had already felt that many strong men behind her had a desire to retreat, but this was normal. After all, the formation of the Black Mountain Army was indeed quite terrifying.

As soon as Chang Qianqian finished speaking, Murong Xun beside him said anxiously: "Qianqian, how can this be? If someone surrenders, we will be even more unable to resist."

"I'm saying it all the time, call me the palace master, otherwise I won't blame me for being polite!" Chang Qianqian looked at Murong Xun and said coldly.

Murong Xun's face stopped and he hurriedly lowered his head and said, "It's the Palace Master!"

"Damn it, I show you many times, and even incorporated my sect into the Holy Land of the Wind Palace, which has won you many strong people, but you still treat me like this. Since that's the case, don't blame me for not helping you!"

Anger flashed in Murong Xun's eyes.

"Prince, I'm sorry!" A powerful martial god behind Chang Qianqian could not bear Wang Jian's breath, bowed and said sorry, then flew out of the Holy Land of the Wind Palace and knelt at Wang Jian's feet.

Although kneeling down is a loss of dignity, what is the comparison between dignity and life and death?

Seeing that there was a leader, many strong people flew out of the Feng Palace Holy Land and chose to surrender.

Chang Qianqian looked at those people with a calm expression. She was no longer the eldest lady of Xuanling Sect. She didn't need a timid and fearful person, let alone an unfaithful person.

"Prince Palace Master, let's surrender too. We are no match for them at all!" Murong Xun persuaded.

"If you want to go, go." Chang Qianqian said lightly, without even looking at Murong Xun.

This made Murong Xun very angry, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

"Prince Palace Master, I'm sorry, take care of yourself!"

Murong Xun said gloomyly, then flew out of the Holy Land of Feng Palace.

At this time, there were only more than twenty powerful people left in the Holy Land of Feng Palace, only one strong martial saint, and the others were all martial gods.

"You have decided?" Chang Qianqian asked lightly.

"We are willing to follow the palace master to the death!" The twenty people behind him said firmly. They either received favors from Chang Qianqian or promoted them by Chang Qianqian.

"Since you have decided, the Lord of the Palace will tell you the true identity of this palace." Chang Qianqian said calmly, with a hint of piety on his face: "I am the deputy leader of Tianxing Sect, and the ruler of Feng Palace Chang Qianqian. From now on, you will be disciples of Tianxing Sect!"

"Tianxing Sect!" Several strong men behind him recited it several times and kept the Tianxing Sect in their hearts.

"I think you are the peak of the Martial Saint. Your cultivation is not easy. I am giving you a chance. As long as you are willing to surrender, I will allow you not to kneel down." Wang Jian looked at Chang Qianqian and said.

"Haha, I will also give you a chance to surrender to Tianxing Sect. Maybe I can spare your life." Chang Qianqian sneered, a light flashed in her eyes.

"I'm not going to work hard!"

Wang Jian said coldly: "Kill them!"

"Yes!" Five men in black walked out behind Wang Jian, all of whom were the peak martial saints.

“Storm dance!”
Chapter completed!