Lu Qingshan's achievements of single-handedly slaying three Great Demon Kings had subdued all cultivators.
They were waiting for Lu Qingshan's decision.
Lu Qingshan slightly closed his eyes, and after a moment, he opened them.
He swept the Qingfeng Sword through the air.
Wherever the tip pointed,
the Demon Clan's allied forces!
"Kill!"
"We have surrendered, why press for a total annihilation?!" The Demon Clan was panicked, angry, and dissatisfied.
"A thousand years of battle, innumerable bloodshed, deep-seated hatred, now that you are at a disadvantage, you choose to surrender," Lu Qingshan's voice was full of murderous intent, "But as soon as you of the Demon Clan accumulate enough strength, you will surely make a comeback, and it will be another bloodstorm."
"Therefore, I will cut the weeds and dig out the roots, to prevent future troubles!" Lu Qingshan said coldly.
The Human Cultivators faithfully followed Lu Qingshan's command, swarming forward.