I was imprisoned by the Empress at the beginning, and I was secretly invincible

"How come they have so many quasi-supreme masters?"

Seeing the group of masters led by Jiang Hao appear in the sky, the pupils of the Nether Saint Lord suddenly shrank, and the other masters of the Nether Saint Land also showed surprise, and they all stopped attacking involuntarily.

They obviously didn't expect that in addition to Zihe Zhenren and Xuanhe Zhenren of Zixiao Holy Land, Daxia actually had six quasi-supreme masters.

If we count the Dao Master Hanhai who is far away in Taishan Dao Domain, Daxia actually has seven quasi-supreme masters without making any noise.

If it were those old forces, they could barely understand that they had such hidden strength.

But Daxia has only been born for a few years, and it was almost pulled up by Jiang Hao alone.

If it weren't for the battle in Taishan Dao Domain, Dao Master Hanhai showed the strength of a quasi-supreme, and then in the secret realm of the Black Sky Sect, Jiang Hao also exposed his quasi-supreme cultivation, everyone would probably subconsciously think that Daxia was just an ordinary force.

You have to know that these are not seven Saint Emperors, but seven Quasi-Supremes who can be called super strong.

Even for a holy land with a deep foundation like theirs, it is not easy to cultivate a Quasi-Supreme.

They really can't figure out what virtue and ability Da Xia has to cultivate so many Quasi-Supremes in such a short time?

"This Da Xia must be hiding a big secret!"

"Fortunately, we came this time, otherwise if we let them grow, they will definitely become a big trouble for the Netherworld Holy Land."

"In time, they will be even more terrifying than the Purple Sky Holy Land!"

The murderous intent in the eyes of the Netherworld Holy Lord was so strong that he felt more and more that he was right to target Da Xia.

At least they can deal with Da Xia now. If they wait for a while, even if so many of them come, they may not be able to take it down.

By that time, it will be too late to regret.

"Jiang Hao, let's not beat around the bush. I'm sure you know why we're here. Let's put it this way. Don't accuse us of bullying the weak. You commit suicide, and then the others surrender. This Saint Lord promises not to hurt innocent people. How about that?"

The Saint Lord of the Netherworld stepped forward, stared at Jiang Hao, and said expressionlessly.

Jiang Hao pulled the corner of his mouth and showed a mocking smile: "If that's the case, should I still thank you for your kindness?"

"Jiang Hao, don't refuse a toast and drink a penalty. The Saint Lord gave you a chance, don't you not know how to cherish it? Do you want Daxia to be a river of blood and all the people to suffer?"

A quasi-supreme of the Netherworld Holy Land threatened with a murderous look on his face.

"You should be the master of the Demon Sword Hall, one of the twelve main halls of the Netherworld Holy Land, right?"

Jiang Hao looked up and glanced at him, then said meaningfully: "I heard that you practiced a magic sword technique and slaughtered hundreds of tribes in eighteen cities, and hundreds of millions of lives died because of it. You are really cruel and ruthless. Do you want to repeat the same trick on my Great Xia?"

The master of the Demon Sword Hall had a cold look when he heard this. This was also his black history. He was targeted by several other holy lands for this, and the Netherworld Holy Land had to punish him by confinement for three thousand years.

Now that Jiang Hao brought up the old story, he was immediately annoyed and said coldly: "If you don't know how to appreciate it, the hundreds of millions of people in the Great Xia capital will be regarded as helping the tyrant. It is their honor to die under my sword!"

Jiang Hao laughed up to the sky when he heard this.

"Well, well, well, it really is worthy of being called the Netherworld Holy Land, it is really the famous Netherworld Holy Land..."

The Netherworld Holy Lord's face darkened when he saw this, and he glanced coldly at the Demon Sword Hall Master who spoke without thinking. Some things can be done but not said. After all, they are now a holy land, and they still have to consider the impact.

"Jiang Hao, you don't have to play this game with us. I'm sure you know that our Netherworld Holy Land was born from the Demon Sect, and our style of doing things is not as conventional as that of the Purple Sky Holy Land."

"And the reason why our Netherworld Holy Land can become one of the eight holy lands is not because of its full-mouthed benevolence and morality, but because of its real strength. In this world, everything is still decided by fists."

"You are not as strong as us, so you can only obey our arrangements today. I will ask you one last time now, do you want to surrender honestly, or do you want us to take action? Once we take action, the situation will be out of control!"

Although the Netherworld Saint Lord is not as direct as the Demon Sword Hall Master, his tone is also full of threats.

While speaking, his aura rises, as if a terrible demon god awakens, and all kinds of strange phenomena emerge behind him, as if a corner of the Netherworld world unfolds.

Seeing this, everyone present couldn't help but tremble in their hearts. Compared with the quasi-supreme and the supreme, the difference is still too big.

Especially the Nether Lord is still that kindA terrifying strong man who is close to the peak of the Supreme.

In a sense, unless facing a great Supreme like Yuquanzi, looking at the entire ancient holy world, with the strength of the Nether Saint, he is no longer afraid of anyone.

However, in the face of such a terrifying pressure, Jiang Hao's expression did not change, but he said calmly: "I understand, the bigger the fist, the truth. One day I will kill the Nether Holy Land, and I will return this sentence to you people of the Nether Holy Land!"

Hearing this, the Nether Saint Lord has understood Jiang Hao's choice, his eyes instantly became cold, and the murderous intent in his heart could no longer be suppressed.

"You will not have such an opportunity, because... today is your death day!"

As soon as the voice fell, the quasi-supreme strong men of the Nether Holy Land behind him immediately rushed up without hesitation.

And Daxia was also not weak.

Jiang Hao waved his hand, and five terrifying puppets about ten feet high suddenly appeared, each of which exuded an extremely terrifying aura, not inferior to the strong men at the peak of the quasi-supreme.

At the same time, with the support of countless powerful people in the capital of Daxia, the Brahma Lotus Array also started to operate at full capacity.

The power of the array was added to each of them, and soon their aura rose steadily.

The two sides confronted each other head-on, and Daxia was not at a disadvantage at all.

"You have a lot of trump cards."

"It seems that you should have obtained the inheritance treasure of some ancient great power?"

"But your biggest weakness is still yourself. No matter how talented you are, the time for cultivation is too short after all..."

Before the voice fell, the Lord of the Netherworld took action himself, stretched out his hand and grabbed forward, and the power of the domain burst out, instantly turning into a terrifying big hand that covered the sky and the sun, grabbing Jiang Hao fiercely.

It must be said that the Lord of the Netherworld's cultivation strength is indeed extremely terrifying. Even if it is just a casual attack, it has an incomparable terrifying power.

Facing his attack, no one on the Daxia side can stop it, and others can't do it even if they want to help.

At this moment, Jiang Hao no longer concealed his weakness, and his cultivation strength exploded, and the Human Emperor Sword instantly appeared in his hand.

With one sword strike, the terrifying hand that covered the sky and the sun was directly split into two, but the cold sword energy did not slow down, and went straight to kill the Nether Saint Lord.

"I'm afraid you... are too happy too early!"