Most importantly, the eight killing formations in front of him were really troubling Xian. If they followed Lu Bu's idea, everyone could adopt the spirit of Ah Q, comfort themselves, and retreat while beating the victory drum, which wouldn't necessarily be wrong.
As for whether the demons were truly begging for mercy, it seems there's no need to worry too much about it...
"Is this god an unyielding subordinate? Why is he so preoccupied with retreating troops? The Eight Gates Killing Formation, with its decapitation strike, is clearly a show of fighting to the death. Which ear did you hear him begging for mercy?" The Sea-Filling God in the tent noticed the unusual atmosphere and immediately angrily retorted to Lü Bu.
“My Lord God, even if a knife is held to your throat, you great men will not beg for mercy! But think about it, if you were to set up this Eight Gates Killing Formation, wouldn’t you feel a little helpless?” Lu Bu asked the God of Filling the Sea, bowing to him.
After listening to Lü Bu's explanation, the Lord of Reclamation blinked and thought for a moment, realizing that he couldn't refute him. After all, who would willingly fight to the death unless forced into a corner? In that case, it was understandable that his fierce decapitation was actually a sign of inner fear.
Since he was afraid of being beheaded, he set up this Eight Gates Killing Formation, seemingly to show off, but actually to show weakness and beg for mercy. It seems... somewhat reasonable... Damn, this guy has gone a bit too far, and I've filled in too much room for imagination.
The Lord of Reclamation was impatient and about to say something when a goddess slipped into the tent. She first glanced at everyone inside with a mysterious look, then leaned close to the Lord of Reclamation's ear and whispered something furtively to him.
In fact, given the strength of everyone present, it would be easy for them to understand what the goddess and the Lord of Sea Filling were saying. However, since they had already made a move to be discreet, it would be rather tactless for them to eavesdrop on them.
But the strange thing is that it seems very impolite for the God of Reclamation to whisper in front of everyone, right? So it doesn't seem like a big deal if someone doesn't give this little girl face.
Ultimately, it comes down to the young girl's level of maturity. She can be rude to you, so you really need to carefully consider what you're going to do to her before making any plans.
The two whispered to each other for a long time in front of everyone, and the expression of the God of Filling the Sea was constantly changing, which made everyone present feel rather uncomfortable. They could clearly understand what was going on, but they had to restrain themselves from listening, yet they were also very curious, which made them feel quite uncomfortable.
"Um..." Wang Yao looked around and saw that everyone's expressions were gradually becoming strange. He knew that if he didn't speak up, no one would dare to say anything, and the atmosphere in the tent would continue to be so awkward. The key thing was that he didn't know how much longer the little girl and the goddess would whisper to each other.
"Nothing's wrong, everyone can leave now." Wang Yao stood up and announced the adjournment of the meeting. Anyway, he didn't have the ability to invite Mahayana cultivators. The demon realm and the underworld where Zhang Liang and the Gale Ghost King lived were not places that produced Mahayana cultivators. Relying on them was just nonsense.
Since the little girl is willing to whisper, let her speak her mind freely.
After hearing Wang Yao's words, the crowd stood up in a few steps, as if to leave. However, considering that this was, after all, the camp of the Lord of Filling the Sea, they felt it would be better to say goodbye to her before leaving. But the little girl continued to whisper among herself without stopping for a moment.
As a result, everyone stood there, unsure whether to stay or leave, watching the God of Sea Reclamation and the goddess staring at each other.
"Hmph..." Wang Yao didn't have so many scruples. He glanced at Zhang Liang, the Gale Ghost King, and his cheap son Lu Bu's spineless appearance, snorted angrily, and took the lead in walking out of the tent. When he lifted the tent flap, he was completely surprised to find a deeply wrinkled old face blocking his way.
The owner of this old face was a withered and thin old woman, wearing a dark blue open-front cotton-padded jacket with floral patterns. The few remaining hairs on her head were shiny and stuck to her forehead. She stood stiffly outside the tent of the God of Filling the Sea.
This really scared Wang Yao. You see, for an immortal like Wang Yao, accidents in life are extremely rare. After all, his five senses are already extremely sensitive, and he can usually sense any disturbance even without using his senses.
Outside the tent of the God of Land Reclamation, a living person had silently appeared without anyone noticing. Even though this person was a frail-looking old woman, it was still quite a shock to the people inside the tent, including Wang Yao.
"You...you freaking are you a human or a ghost?" Wang Yao screamed, and the others inside the tent also rushed to the tent door in shock.
"Ren? My surname is not Ren, it is Yang. Where are you planning to go?" The old woman heard Wang Yao's scream, her old eyes, which seemed to be unable to open, moved a couple of times, and she spoke softly to Wang Yao and the others.
The old woman's voice was incredibly delicate, almost indistinguishable from that of a young girl, but this very quality made the old man seem all the more eerie.
"You... your surname is Ren? I... my surname is Wang... I didn't plan to go anywhere, I... I've been busy until now and haven't slept yet, I... I was planning to go and rest for a while..." Wang Yao was also very frightened by the old woman, staring at her with wide eyes and stammering incoherently.
“My surname is Yang, not Huang. You’re quite an interesting child. You started chatting with me as soon as we met. Now that this matter is at hand, we can’t procrastinate. There’s plenty of time to sleep. Let’s get down to business first.” The old woman smiled.
"I don't know... I don't know what important business Auntie is going to do?" Wang Yao watched as the old woman blinked a few times and slowly calmed down. Judging from her ability to silently trap everyone in the tent, the old woman was definitely a master. Calling her Auntie was not a grievance.
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