Pure Sun Sword Formation for Extermination

Ji Hao responded with a loud and clear voice, hearing which, Priest Mu's face dropped.

Priest Mu's never-changing bitter face now looked like the face of a horse covered in a dense green mist, which looked like bile. That face of his was unspeakably hideous.

"Emperor Ji Hao!" Holding his wooden staff, Priest Mu's left hand had been shaking slightly. Clearly, the flame of fury had already burned to an extreme point in his heart, because even with his power and cultivation, the shake still happened. "To obey the world, I am not willing to start a war. Emperor Ji Hao, please deactivate the heaven and earth great formation and release my disciples, so that the world can be at peace." He said.

"No!" Again, Ji Hao refused straightforwardly and determinedly. "I said no. Priest Mu, are your ears damaged? Do you mean that the world can never be at peace if I do not release your disciples?"

Priest Mu raised the wooden staff and stomped heavily against the ground.