"We'll give you ten minutes to consider," Mo Lingyun clearly saw the embarrassed expressions on Long Sen and Lin Yuan's faces, "If you're willing to lower the price, just name a figure, and everyone will be happy."

"But if you insist on opposing so many of us, then don't blame us for being a bit unscrupulous, and don't say we're bullying you with our numbers."

"Mo Lingyun, you're really playing a good game," Zhang Menglong chuckled, "But I have a few questions for you all. First question: if I die, who does this survival base belong to? To you, Mo Lingyun, or to your so-called representatives?"

"Of course, it belongs to everyone participating in this assessment," Mo Lingyun replied smoothly, "Of course, without rules, nothing can be accomplished. We naturally have to form a management team."

"Hmm, I see," Zhang Menglong smiled, "Since it's management, some effort and time have to be put in, so charging a management fee isn't too much, right? Then you and your so-called representatives become the direct beneficiaries. Quite the plan!"

Mo Lingyun was shocked, Zhang Menglong had guessed all his thoughts!

Mo Lingyun's appetite wasn't as large as Zhang Menglong's, but even if he only collected a daily management fee of a few hundred Divine Crystals, with millions of people, that amounts to billions a day, a huge fortune.

And reducing it from five million to a few hundred, most wouldn't have a complaint, they might even be grateful to them. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Mo Lingyun suddenly became furious and embarrassed, "Everyone, don't be taken in by his few words; he's trying to use this to disrupt our unity, to dissolve our will to resist, don't be fooled."

"Disrupt your unity? Dissolve your will to resist?" Zhang Menglong coldly repeated Mo Lingyun's words, "Let me see how many of you there are?"

"Gu Xiao, this is the joint demand of four hundred seventy-five million three hundred eighty-six thousand and thirty-one people," Mo Lingyun said with more confidence, "Everyone has signed this proposal, it's the demand of the majority of the survival base!"

"Over 400 million, huh?" Zhang Menglong was somewhat impressed by Mo Lingyun's group, managing to turn over 400 million people into cannon fodder in such a short time.

"If you agree to lower the price, we'll leave immediately and won't cause you any more trouble. We know maintaining this base has cost you a lot of effort, we're reasonable people, what's yours, we wouldn't take advantage without compensation."

"Quite sanctimonious," Zhang Menglong sneered, "Alright, you can all leave now!"

The scene was silent for a moment, then someone immediately reacted.

"Does he mean he agreed to our demands?"

"Great, I've been extracting Divine Crystals day and night, spending a lot of my own savings, now I can live a good life."

"Hmph, he has to agree whether he wants to or not, unless he wants to go against so many of us."

"Against us? He'd better have that ability! With so many of us, even a spit would overwhelm him, wouldn't it?"

"At least he has some sense!"

...

"Everyone, did you misunderstand what I meant?" As everyone was rejoicing, Zhang Menglong spoke again, "What I mean is, all those over 400 million who signed, and you representatives, can all leave this survival base. This place doesn't welcome you!"

"What?"

"What does he mean by this? Is he trying to kick us out of the base?"

"On what grounds? Even if you want to kick us out, I paid ten days in one go. I decide when I leave, don't I?"

"Is he really not afraid of us all rushing him?"

"Is he mad for money, thinking we won't dare? Or does he think he alone can handle over 400 million of us?"

No one expected Zhang Menglong's attitude to be so strong.

"Gou Dan, did you take note of all those people?"

[Dean, I've remembered them. The Sword Array has also recorded the aura of each one, ready for precise attacks at any time.]

"Good," Zhang Menglong nodded, then slowly floated up, "This survival base was built by me. Here, what I say goes. If I say you leave, then you leave! Any objections?"

"And if we don't leave?" Mo Lingyun also floated up with the supposed thousands of representatives, who were all at least Divine Cultivation Realm Seventh Grade, famous on the Heavenly Prides ranking, otherwise they wouldn't have been acknowledged as representatives.

"Then I'll escort you out," Zhang Menglong's tone became cold, "Or, you'll be dragged out as corpses."

"What arrogance!" Mo Lingyun's fighting spirit was ignited, "We know you're comparable to the Divine Cultivation Realm, but we're among the top young elites; it's not just 400 million people, even handling us, you might not manage, right?"

"I don't really care if you're united or not," Zhang Menglong said, "The words you just said to stabilize people don't mean much, because even if everyone united, in my view, it's still just a one-hit defeat!"

"What did you say?"

"You don't think my Sword Array is just for show, do you?"

"Hahaha, we know you're skilled in formations, but at your age, what advanced swordsmanship could you know? Releasing tens of thousands of sword lights at once is your limit, right?"

"Tens of thousands?" Zhang Menglong scoffed, "Did you miss out on several zeros?"

"What did you say?" Cold sweat drenched Mo Lingyun's back.

He had seen the power of Zhang Menglong's Sword Array. The survival base was in a plain, with few Warcrafts, but occasionally some would inadvertently intrude into the base.

Just a few days ago, two First-grade Divine Cultivation Realm Warcrafts intruded into the survival base, and the sword lights pierced right through their skulls, almost instantly killing anything below the Divine Cultivation Realm.

He estimated it was easy for even First or Second-grade Divine Cultivators to be instantly killed.

Initially, his plan, if they had to break with Zhang Menglong, was to pile on with lives, and once Zhang Menglong was tied down, he wouldn't be able to control the formation with full focus.

"You'll soon know what I'm talking about!"

Zhang Menglong directly activated the formation at full power, a red glow emerged from the ground of the entire survival base, transforming into threads connecting to the small golden swords in the sky.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

In an instant, countless small swords scattered like feathers, almost covering the sky over the survival base, millions or tens of millions, maybe even billions, simply beyond what the naked eye could discern.

"Ten billion small swords?" Long Sen, as a Sword Cultivator, was keenly perceptive of swords; this scene was even more fantastical than he had dreamed!

Over a billion small swords, this must be the level only a Ninth Grade Sword Array could reach, and Zhang Menglong's formation skills have reached such a level?

Long Sen's mouth twitched, "Brother Gu, didn't you say your formation was just so-so? Is this what you meant by so-so?"