The powerful people from the Holy Demon Temple, Pudu Temple and Cihang Jingzhai also took off one after another.

The four major forces are on the same side as Ling Jianchen.

It forms two clearly divided camps.

The sword is tense and the momentum is constantly impacting.

It's like a needle pointing to a wheat horn.

The shocking battle is about to begin.

The Ancestor of Heavenly Sword smiled and said, "There are more than 500 true gods here, but what about yours? But there are less than 100. I didn't expect that the Ancestor of Heavenly Sword has lived for so many years, and I will still have a day to bully the less!"

"No matter how much he bullies the few or wins the many with the few, as long as he laughs to the end, he will be the winner!" said the Demon Ancestor.

"Amitabha!"

The Buddhist and Confucian Zen master recited the Buddha's name and was solemn in treasure.

Teacher Cihang Jingzhai waved the whisk too much, his eyes cold and leisurely.

Faced with the confident words of the four ancestors, Ling Jianchen walked out of the crowd with a playful look on his face: "Do you bully the less with the more? Sorry, you are afraid you have misunderstood!"

"Um?"

Everyone was stunned.
Chapter completed!