The Vast Heaven's Grand Summit (2)

Perhaps only the Puppet Fighter Army of the Immortal Burial City could have such powerful combat strength.

With his saber in hand, the golden-armored general calmly spoke, "I've said before that all of you have to submit and come to my Luyang Immortal Dynasty to be my slaves."

Submit.

"Hmph, even if you kill me, I won't submit." Below, someone shouted.

"I won't submit!"

"Let's fight it out with them!"

Shouts sounded everywhere.

"If my Fuyu Immortal World can be so united today, why can't we win?" Han Muye said softly, his voice spreading to everyone's ears.

As his words fell, he took a step forward.

He hadn't made a move yet because he wanted to see how the elites of the Fuyu Immortal World were like.

From the looks of it, it was alright.

"Boom—"

With one step, he crossed space and triggered the power of heaven and earth to transform into a strong wind.