Chapter 1140: I Ran Out Holding Up My Pants

Watching only the Holy Lord of Jade Pool's group fighting fiercely with these three old ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land.

As for Yun Xiantai, the Holy Lord of Cloud Luo and others still haven't shown up to this day.

Everyone's faces were weird, damn it, can't you restrain a bit? You damn lot are old ancestors.

However, with the Holy Lord of Jade Pool and her group holding them back, the three old ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land can't free themselves at the moment, so it's not a big problem.

Just thinking about Yun Xiantai and them makes everyone's cheeks twitch involuntarily—damn it, are these really our Human Race's old ancestors?

Just when everyone was silently speechless in their hearts, finally, Yu Mo and Wang Man were the first to rush over.

Just turning their heads, seeing the two, everyone's faces instantly darkened.

Just saw the two hurrying over while still fumbling to tie their waistbands there, damn it.

"Damn it, why is this waistband so hard to tie?"

"I damn well ran out holding up my pants."

The two old men didn't even have time to comb their hair, still busy tying their waistbands, leaving everyone dumbfounded.

Damn it, can't you fix it before coming? As our Human Race's old ancestors, you damn well play like this?

"Alright, traitor, prepare to die."

Yu Mo finished tying first, then immediately attacked the three old ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land.

Once the waistband is tied, today is your day of death.

Hearing that, the three old ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land also had icy faces; what they hate most is naturally Dao Yi Shengdi.

Without Dao Yi Shengdi, how could they have fallen to such a state?

Just turning their heads, seeing the disheveled Yu Mo, the three were stunned—where did this guy come from? How could he be so sloppy?

No one expected Yu Mo to look like this; even an old ancestor of Jade Pool Holy Land had a dark face and spoke unhappily.

"Actually, you could fix it before coming; how embarrassing."

But regarding this, Yu Mo responded righteously.

"Nonsense, with a major enemy before us, how could we care about these trivialities? Deal with the enemy first."

"I.............."

Looking at Yu Mo's righteous and awe-inspiring appearance, that Jade Pool Holy Land old ancestor opened his mouth but couldn't utter the final word.

Damn it, how dare you say that? You think I don't know where you just went?

"I'm done too."

At this time, Wang Man also joined the battle, not much better than Yu Mo, and even had several lip prints on his face.

The Qingtian Holy Land old ancestor fighting him initially thought he was seeing things.

But damn it, upon closer look, they really are lip prints.

Damn it, what the hell did this guy just go do?

"Can't you wipe your face?"

Even his opponent couldn't help it—who the hell would fight with lip prints on their face?

But regarding this, Wang Man directly retorted.

"Still dare to get distracted during battle? Courting death."

Saying that, Wang Man directly unleashed a palm strike, while that Qingtian Holy Land old ancestor's face turned black.

Damn it, you still dare to say that?

With Yu Mo and Wang Man joining, the pressure on the three Qingtian Holy Land old ancestors suddenly increased greatly.

Moreover, trying to escape now is almost impossible.

Because as time passed, Yun Xiantai, the Holy Lord of Cloud Luo, Shi Qingfeng and other old ancestors also arrived one after another.

However, they obviously just tidied up a bit, which is far better than Yu Mo and Wang Man.

Looking at Wang Man and Yu Mo's unkempt appearance, Yun Xiantai curiously asked.

"You guys won't tidy up a bit?"

"With a major enemy before us, I ran out holding up my pants."

"What's there to tidy up now? At such a critical moment, naturally dealing with the enemy comes first."

"That's also true."

Hearing that, Yun Xiantai nodded, but the Holy Lord of Jade Pool and company, as well as the three Qingtian Holy Land old ancestors, were utterly speechless.

That's just a fart.

The battle fully erupted, facing the siege of the Human Race's myriad old ancestors, the three Qingtian Holy Land old ancestors immediately fell into a disadvantage.

Around, numerous Human Race powerhouses stood ready in formation.

Ye Zhangqing and Sun Ming stood on the city wall of the ancestral land.

Looking at the three Qingtian Holy Land old ancestors already completely suppressed, Sun Ming said.

"Almost over."

"Hmm."

Even though they are three Great Emperor old ancestors, facing so many Great Emperor Realm cultivators, there is no hope whatsoever.

At most they can just barely cling to life a bit longer.

Not long into the fight, one of the old ancestors had his arm severed by the combined efforts of Yun Xiantai and company.

Although the limb quickly regenerated, doing so consumes a tremendous amount of spiritual power.

Even a Great Emperor old ancestor cannot infinitely repair his injured body.

Everyone knows the outcome is certain; even the three Qingtian Holy Land old ancestors themselves are clear about it.

At this moment, the three are filled with anger and resentment; their original plan was fine, but looking at Yun Xiantai and company's appearance, who knows what shady deeds they were up to just now.

It's all because of that damn luck golden dragon; if it weren't for its damn problems, their plan would have succeeded long ago.

As long as they can rescue the Demon Race's strong ones, they still have a chance.

But just because that damn luck golden dragon let out a howl, it shattered all their plans.

Just thinking about this made the three elders of Qingtian Holy Land grit their teeth in anger; you say, what the hell are you yelling about for no reason?

That shout directly drove the three onto a dead end; they practically deserve death.

His injuries kept getting worse, and his recovery kept slowing down.

Even with emperor-level cultivation, facing continuous heavy blows, the three elders of Qingtian Holy Land have now reached their limits and are somewhat unable to cope.

And Shi Qingfeng also spoke up at this time.

"Surrender, you can't escape."

Having fought to this point, the three definitely can't escape, but making them surrender is also impossible.

One of the Qingtian Holy Land elders spoke up.

"Surrender? Hahaha, that's just a fool's dream."

"I'd rather die than surrender."

They are traitors to the Human Race; even if they surrendered, they'd know exactly what awaits them.

Let alone anything else, Yun Xiantai and the others would never let them off.

So whether they surrender or not makes no difference to them.

They only regret that their plan was ruined by a luck golden dragon; one oversight amidst many plans.

Saying that, the three deliberately pulled back; seeing this, Shi Qingfeng and the others also stopped attacking.

They merely surrounded the three.

Being completely encircled, the three Qingtian Holy Land elders' eyes were full of unwillingness, their gazes fixed on Yun Xiantai, Yu Mo, and the others.

Dao Yi Shengdi—everything is because of Dao Yi Shengdi; you say, you're fine, why come all the way from Dongzhou to Zhongzhou to cause trouble?

If it weren't for your Dao Yi Shengdi, how could they have ended up like this? Everything is Dao Yi Shengdi's fault; they destroyed Qingtian Holy Land.

The three were filled with hatred, but it's too late to say anything now—victor wins, loser loses.

Moreover, back then, it was Qingtian Holy Land that took the initiative to attack Dao Yi Shengdi; if they hadn't agreed, who could be blamed?

They can only blame their own lack of strength.