No one dared to make a move.
To ingratiate themselves with the Immortal King was one thing, but at the cost of their own lives, no one would do it.
Among those present, how many could ensure their survival under the tenfold might of the Immortal Tribulation?
No one!
This kind of monstrous talent, only Shi Hao was qualified.
"Out of my way!" shouted Anmin again.
Damn it, this brat!
Everyone gritted their teeth, but what could they do?
Without becoming Immortals, Anmin and others were extremely weak, but holding the great weapon of the Immortal Tribulation, who dared to act?
There was no choice, everyone had to step aside, making way.
Shi Hao smiled slightly: "Well, gentlemen, I shall take my leave first!"
Everyone was speechless, no matter how much they hated him, what could they do?
