Shockingly, the Wanderer Qian Yuan voluntarily raised a white flag, walked out of his nest, ready to swear his allegiance and resist no more.
Yang Hong was surprised too.
This is a saint god, not a previous weak lair.
Looking at this lair, the energy was dense, apparently many prohibitions had been set, even if they want to take by force, it won't be easy.
"I'm willing to surrender and hand over everything. All the territories here now belong to Dawu."
Qian Yuan said with a smile on his face.
Without a hint of reluctance, he handed over such a large lair.
Being well-informed, he already knew about an ominous legion sweeping various wanderers' nests.
He didn't look ferocious like the other wanderers, more like a businessman.
Indeed, Qian Yuan had no interest in plundering others. After he had competed and lost in a major world, he escaped and used his strength to establish a Wanderers' Chamber of Commerce.
As a businessman, he mastered the ability to seize the opportunity.
These two saint gods might be prevented by the prohibition within his nest.
But what truly scared him was the opposite fleet. He hadn't seen such monstrous warships in his million years of life. Could they belong to an ordinary force?
As a businessman, he can discern the situation most clearly.
Since he became a wanderer, said goodbye to his homeland, it mattered not to whom he swore loyalty.
He also knew that if he put up any resistance, he would not be spared by the fleet once conquered.
"Beware of deception." Yang Hong warned.
"Humph! If there's any deceit, we'll wipe out this lair!"
Yang Teng, fearless, entered Qian Yuan's nest directly.
It turned out that Qian Yuan did surrender. The resources he collected were handed over, which were hundreds of times more than those they had ever obtained from looting other nests, and this delighted them immensely.
The resources were too plentiful.
And they also got lots of unique products from other major worlds.
"On to the next lair!"
The fleet didn't stay for long. After taking away the resources, they proceeded with irresistible momentum.
Among the dozens of the nearby wanderers' nests, three have saint gods. The next one belongs to a saint god called Gu Kang.
This saint god used to be the Sect Master of a major world, defeated by his enemies, he fled into the starry sky with his clan.
Yet, when Dawu's Starry Sky Battleship arrived at Gu Kang's place, he decisively chose to surrender without putting up any resistance.
Qian Yuan, a businessman more cunning than a fox, wisely surrendered. Gu Kang clearly saw which way the wind was blowing, he would not be able to resist them; it would be more prudent to surrender than to be destroyed by the fleet.
"I thought we would have a great battle. I didn't expect it to be so easy."
Yang Teng was discontented.
These wanderers were spineless. They surrendered as soon as the fleet arrived.
"If you wish to fight, there is still the last nest, the Nest of Evil Sea. We might have a long battle there."
Yang Hong cast a glance at Yang Teng.
This man was a battle maniac. His mind was filled with combat. Isn't it good to accomplish the mission smoothly?
Their mission this time was not for a fight, but to complete the Emperor's order and bring back a massive amount of resources.
"Let's go, we are heading to the Nest of Evil Sea!"
After conquering Gu Kang's lair, the Starry Sky Battleship went on another expedition. The fleet made no attempt to conceal its movements, its vastness filling the cosmos. The energy light beams sprayed out, dotting the dark and desolate starry night.
Along the way, Qian Yuan asked about the origin of the fleet.
Though he had surrendered, he was still clueless about their identity.
Yang Hong arrogantly responded, telling that they came from the Eternal World, Dawu. In less than a year, the Emperor had personally slain three saint gods, and these Starry Sky Battleships were just a fraction of Dawu's power.
"What kind of existence is the Martial Emperor?"
Qian Yuan was astonished.
He saw Dawu's warships, and Dawu's vast army. The two saint gods greatly respected that Emperor. Thus, he knew the Emperor, with such power at his behest, must be a terrifying figure.
Yang Teng gave Qian Yuan a heavy pat on the shoulder, saying, "Our Emperor favors those, like you, who can seize the opportunity and surrender voluntarily. Wait until you meet Dawu, you will be generously rewarded, take Yang Hong as an example."
"Exactly!" Yang Hong said pridefully, "Before I pledged loyalty to the Emperor, I was only half a saint god. It was the Emperor who personally used the rule of the saint god and a large number of Divine Elixirs to help me break through to the realm of the saint god. Without the Emperor, I would not be able to break through."
"A large number of Divine Elixirs!"
Upon hearing this, Qian Yuan's jaw dropped, enough to swallow several eggs. Since when were Divine Elixirs described as being plentiful?
He cautiously asked, "Can I meet the Emperor and receive Divine Elixirs?"
"You willingly handed over a large amount of resources, our great Emperor has never let anyone with merit go unrewarded."
"Will I also be rewarded?"
Though he was a saint god, he was unable to produce Divine Elixirs himself.
"That will depend on your performance." Yang Hong said, "We are about to reach the Nest of the Evil Sea!"
"The Evil Sea Saint is the most powerful master here. Although I founded the Wanderers' Chamber of Commerce, I have never seen the Evil Sea Saint. He probably arrived here about a hundred thousand years ago."
Qian Yuan has been here for a million years.
Yang Teng abruptly said.
The Nest of Evil Sea differed from other wanderers' nests.
A boundless sea appeared in the starry sky, the black water splashed, formed a spectacular sight, looking like an Evil Sea. It took an oval shape, giving off a terrifying gravitational pull.
"This Evil Sea seems like a star-swallowing giant mouth, wide open, waiting for our fleet to enter!"
Qian Yuan felt a sense of fear too.
The Evil Sea was terrifying, emitting an aura of sin, vicious and malicious. It didn't exist before the Evil Sea Saint arrived.
No one knew his real name. Because of the Evil Sea, he was known as the Evil Sea Saint.
"How are we going to fight?" Gu Kang asked.
"We will take it by storm."
Yang Teng had been itching for a fight, and the Nest of Evil Sea got his blood boiling.
Just as the fleet was about to arrive, a monstrous aura surged up from the Evil Sea nest, the black sea water screamed, and a black long knife emerged from the sea, just like the Evil Sea magic knife they had gotten before, it slashed towards the fleet!
The Nest of Evil Sea, aware of Dawu's fleet, was prepared for a counterattack.
Through the black sea water, you can see swarms of wanderers inside.
"Evil Sea Magic Knife!"
Qian Yuan and Gu Kang exclaimed, discomposed. They might be saint gods, but it would not be a pleasant experience if they were hit by the Evil Sea Magic Knife.
The Evil Sea Magic Knife attacked so rapidly that the blade light shattered the starry night. A myriad of cosmic torrents surged out, carrying the power of the universe towards the warship.
Yang Teng instantly appeared from the battleship, his war intent boiling, protecting the warship like the ancient heaven and earth!