Tributary of the Origin Sea (3)

"Namo Amitabha, this is not what this humble monk wishes for, but you did not follow the rules first..."

In one of the planets, Hui Kong couldn't help shaking his head. Then, he took out his identity token and opened the option for requesting assistance.

[Cloud−PiercingArrow, SendwithOneClick!]

In the headquarters of the Black Horn Star System War Zone, Rong Xiao Shi looked at the many requests for help sent by disciples.

"Thirty Nascent Soul realm exotic beings have appeared..."

"In that case, send ten Nascent Soul realm sword cultivators to each planet."

"Eight planets, eighty Nascent Soul realm sword cultivators should be enough."

Rong Xiao Shi nodded, then issued orders to the sword cultivators. Dealing with this kind of situation was now within his capability. If he couldn't handle it, he could still report to Gu Xiu.

Dispatching eighty Nascent Soul realm sword cultivators was not a major issue; he could decide on his own.