Many independent cultivators who were watching from the side revealed expressions of disdain when they saw the old man lend the Old Drunkard a hand. He actually feels that a single ninth rank Exalt Realm expert against a first rank Exalt Realm expert isn’t sufficient, and even lent a hand. That Mortal Emperor, Luo Jun, is quite despicable. Even though they felt contempt towards Luo Jun’s actions, they didn’t dare to voice it out, and they didn’t even dare to spread what had occurred here today. The Exalted Han Empire was a colossus that they couldn’t afford to offend.

Luo Jun’s expression was slightly unsightly. He naturally knew what those independent cultivators were thinking, but he had no other choice. His subordinates would be disappointed in him if he didn’t save the Old Drunkard.

“Haha!” Yang Ye chuckled and said, “Luo Jun, I told you just now to send them all at me. Otherwise, it would truly be a waste of time if you use tactics of attrition and send them against me, one by one.”

“Yang Ye! You’ll die!” Luo Jun spoke coldly.

“Then who will you send next?” asked Yang Ye.

“I’ll do it!” A voice arose from behind Luo...