Ranking Of Kings: My Land Is SSS Rank



"No need. Saving people is like putting out a fire. Moreover, with my strength, even thousands of troops and horses won't be able to stop me. With the Void Divine Gate, who can stop me if I want to leave?"

Li Xiang said decisively, "You don't have to go with me. The Rising Sun City has just stabilized. It's our foundation on the Mythical Battlefield. We can't afford any mishaps. Advisor, you go back to Rising Sun City first. Before I return, close the city gates and don't allow anyone to get close."

The Rising Sun City must be guarded with a powerhouse, and it could not lack generals like them. Otherwise, once something happened, the consequences would be unimaginable. All their previous efforts would be in vain.

"Yes. My King, please promise me that you must leave immediately once things go south."

Zhou Qing frowned slightly but eventually agreed.

It was useless to disagree. Li Xiang's throne was not inherited. He had fought his way up from the bottom. He was a Country Founder. His strength, wisdom, and boldness were extraordinary. Naturally, the decision he made could not be easily changed.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I won't take any risks!" Li Xiang nodded.

"Fellow Sikong, get on the chariot. I'll have to trouble you to drive it to the valley you mentioned."

Li Xiang looked at Sikong Yang and said.

"Alright. For such a magical chariot, I feel honored even if I am just a coachman."

Sikong Yang's eyes lit up. When he saw the chariot, he had already recognized that the ones pulling the chariot were not fierce beasts but three of the nine Dragon's sons. Although they did not look like true Dragons, the true Dragon bloodline in their bodies was not inferior to any true Dragon. In fact, it was even stronger. Their bloodline had mutated, and they were born with different magical powers and talents. Their battle prowess was even stronger than true dragons.

To be able to control Dragon's sons was simply a supreme honor. Not everyone could have such an opportunity.

Sikong Yang quickly boarded the chariot and sat down in the coachman's seat.

The Black Emperor's expression changed. He subconsciously moved away from Sikong Yang's back. He had trauma just seeing his butt. He had a feeling that there would be an indescribable gas attacking him.

Roar!

Following Sikong Yang's command, the Nine Dragons Chariot immediately began to charge forward, cruising in the air. The surrounding clouds naturally gathered around it, making it look like a God traveling.

Watching the chariot leave, Ye Qiu frowned and said, "Advisor, isn't it a bit too risky for the King to go alone? Do you want us to catch up now? If something really happened, we can also help."

"No need. If it's just to save people, it's the best choice for King to go alone. Moreover, with the Void Divine Gate, as long as it is not a truly desperate situation, he can still escape smoothly if he cannot resist it. Defending Rising Sun City is our most important matter."

A meaningful look flashed across Zhou Qing's eyes.

...

Somewhere in the valley of the Mythical Battlefield.

That valley was not large and could only be considered a small valley. However, it was surrounded by mountains, with only one exit. The exit was also the entrance. Of course, that was not a problem for cultivators. As long as they reached the mythical realm, they could fly in the air and leave. The terrain of the valley was not an obstacle at all. 

At that moment, a group of Human cultivators was gathered in the valley. There were no less than 30 to 40 people. In front of the valley, a group of Three-eyed race powerhouses happened to be blocking the way.

One of them was wearing a long blue robe with exquisite patterns engraved on it. It gave off a mysterious and noble aura, as if he was born to be King.

Not only was that person handsome, but he was also slender. The closed eye on his forehead made him look like a God who had descended to the mortal world. He was so noble that no one dared to look at him directly. His appearance alone was enough to attract the attention of thousands of women.

"Fellow Yao Yue, you'd better stop resisting. This valley has been completely covered by my rare treasure, Nebula Net. There's no way out, no matter whether it is in the sky or on the ground. I am the Son of God of Atlantis, ranked Twelfth in the royal family. I am destined to look down on all races. As a top Heaven's Favourite of the world, it is your honor to become my concubine. As long as you agree, I can let the others in the valley leave." Tong Twelve looked into the valley and said confidently and slowly.

With his status, if he wanted a woman from another race, he only needed to say a word, and countless women would directly climb onto his bed and be willing to do so. In short, it was their honor and a gift.

It was the first time for Tong Twelve to mobilize so many people for a woman, let alone a Human race woman.

However, it was true that he had instinctively developed a strong possessive emotion the moment he saw her. It was an impulse and desire to conquer her completely.

He had never met a woman who could make him so moved at first sight. That was the first time.

"I must get that woman. If I can't get her, I'll destroy her. No one can get her!" Tong Twelve thought.

That was the most determined thought in his mind. If he couldn't get her, then no one else could. If he couldn't get her, then destroy her. However, before that, he didn't believe he couldn't move that Human race woman.

No woman had ever dared to reject him. Never!

That valley had been sealed off layer by layer. There was absolutely no way to leave from there.

In the valley, the Human cultivators all had cold expressions.

Forcing a Human race woman to become a concubine in front of them and even using their lives as bargaining chips was a great humiliation.

The anger in their hearts could not be suppressed at all.

"Fellow Yao Yue, you must not agree to that. How can a Human race female cultivator be threatened like that? Using our lives to threaten you is even more delusional. We will rather die than live with humiliation."

A man said decisively.

If they stayed alive with that method, it would be worse than death for them!

"That's right, I don't accept it either. I'd rather die standing than live kneeling." Another cultivator said decisively.

"You can't agree. Even if I die, I must drag a few down with me." A burly man sneered.

"Since we chose to enter the Mythical Battlefield, we are prepared to die in battle. Even if we die, it's fine, but we can't die a cowardly and humiliating death!"

As he said, most of the Human cultivators who chose to enter the Mythical Battlefield were prepared that they wouldn't be able to come back. Even if they died, they were willing to contribute to the future of the Human race.

There were many female cultivators in the valley. Still, the two standing in the middle were the most beautiful of them.

One wore white palace clothes and appeared to be as cold as the moon. She had a cold aura that seemed to keep people a thousand miles away.

At the same time, there was also a strong female aura in that. Her every word and action held prestige. An aura stronger than a man naturally gave people a lot of pressure, but at the same time, it was easy to stimulate the strong desire to conquer in some men's hearts.

Obviously, the desire to conquer was surging in the Tong Twelve's heart, and he could not control himself at all.

Next to Yao Yue was a stunning woman who was not inferior to her in appearance. She wore a green palace dress that accentuated her perfect figure. Her slender body and ample breasts were almost visible.

However, her appearance was exquisite. She was born with a demure aura. She was so beautiful that people could not help but feel pity for her and wanted to protect her from the bottom of their hearts.

Compared to Yao Yue, they were almost two extremes. It could be said that they each had their own strengths and were equally matched.

That was Yao Yue's sister, Lian Xing.

At that moment, the two women looked outside at the same time. Their gazes landed on Tong Twelve, and their gazes were filled with disgust.

"Sister, you can't agree!"