Apotheosis

When the warrior from the Shen Clan, who was at the Virtual Tribulation Realm, heard this, his expression instantly changed.

Whenever Rocher used his sword, someone would surely be killed. He didn't dare to fight against Rocher as it was simply courting death.

Every warrior at the Virtual Tribulation Realm cared about his own life.

While it was true that these clans were joining hands this time to work with Emanuel to fight against Letitia, it was also known that they were only doing it for their own interests. If Emanuel were to become the new leader of the Cloud Hall, all of them would reap some kind of special benefit.

But still, the whole thing was not worth it for them if they had to pay the price with their own lives.

"I'm not going. You can go if you want to," the warrior from the Shen Clan said, shaking his head fervently.

Emanuel gritted his teeth and said coldly, "If you are all afraid of death, how will we barge into the Ice Palace?"

All of the warriors at the Virtual Tribulation Realm looked at each other in silence. A few moments passed until someone said in a low voice, "Are you not afraid of death? Go first if you are not!"

"Yes. Emanuel, you can go first! If you are the first one to charge, then we will be right behind you!"

"As long as you take the lead, there's no way we wouldn't follow you!"

As they shouted their sentiments, Emanuel became increasingly angrier. 'If I take the lead, I'll be killed by Rocher, ' he thought to himself, looking around at the now impassioned warriors. 'Then the leader of the Cloud Hall won't belong to the Zhuo Clan. It will belong to the Shen Clan, Fei Clan or Wu Clan. I'm not that stupid!' he cursed inwardly.

"Dad, I'll go!"

The one who spoke was Frank's elder brother and Emanuel's eldest son, Finlay.

"You?" Emanuel said, stunned for a moment. Then, he suddenly smirked and shook his head, saying, "You are no match for Rocher."

Finlay was only at the Internal Elixir Realm. Even if he was willing to go first, Rocher would not attack him as there was no need to do so. Saint Morphens could kill Finlay as easily as a single stab. There was no reason for Emanuel to send his son to his death.

"If none of you are willing to go now, that bitch will reach the Life and Death Realm. Do you know what the consequences will be?" Emanuel asked coldly.

Everyone suddenly became quiet, as if stunned by the question. From ancient times, those who tried to rebel but failed had come upon nothing good. Not only would they suffer, their clans would also be severely punished. Although it was impossible for Cloud Hall to wipe out these third-grade clans, still the punishment they were going to face was not something they could take easily.

"Then... How about we attack together?" Finally, the warriors cheered in agreement, vicious expressions appearing on their faces. They were really going all out this time as there was

word, their minds were still affected by his imposing aura, causing them to fail to think clearly.

Whoosh!

An extremely sharp sword radiance shot out.

The speed of the sword radiance was so fast that there was no time for anyone to dodge. Everyone only saw a flash of light before they heard three distinct sounds ringing in their ears.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

They were the sounds of flesh being pierced by the sword radiance.

At that moment, time seemed to stop. Regardless of whether it was Saint Morphens or Emanuel, everyone stood still, frozen in their spots. Everyone was stunned, and none of them dared to breathe.

After a short while, the bodies of three warriors at the Virtual Tribulation Realm swayed. Their eyes were filled with unwillingness and anger.

"Wh-why me?"

Plop! Plop! Plop!

With a thrust of his sword, Rocher killed three warriors at the Virtual Tribulation Realm. Despite Rocher being only at the middle stage of the Internal Elixir Realm, the Heavenly Sword that he cultivated was so strong! It stunned everyone! Even Zen could not do this when he had just become a war lord.

"Lucas!"

"Elijah!"

A few angry roars came from Emanuel's side.

Seeing this, Emanuel let out a long sigh. Luckily, Rocher's sword was not aimed at him. Otherwise, he would be a corpse on the ground by now.

"Charge! Kill that brat!" Emanuel gritted his teeth and shouted.

The remaining warriors at the Virtual Tribulation Realm were enraged. They were all warriors from third-grade clans, and those three warriors who had just been killed were their own brothers. How could they not be angry at this moment?

The key point was that Rocher needed a long time to gather his energy after a strike. After that, he would only be an ordinary warrior at the Internal Elixir Realm and would be of no threat to any warrior at the Virtual Tribulation Realm.

This was the right time for them to launch their attacks.