"This is the sign of the demise of a Venerable Divine Martial..."
"Wasn't it said that Zen Master Mingjing is a great monk who doesn't practice martial arts? How could he be a Divine Martial master?"
"Perhaps it's because of Guangdu's death."
"Impossible, earlier Zen Master Mingjing wielded spells in the sky, even Blood Jade Rakshasa couldn't withstand one or half a move from him; his cultivation is clearly beyond what we can imagine."
"Could it be that we've been deceived, and there's more to this matter than meets the eye."
At this moment, the dozens of Jianghu wanderers who were intercepted, not all were fools. Seeing the stunning rainbow hanging for miles ahead, they all suddenly realized.
Even the most brainless brute realized something was amiss when thinking about being allied with a Venerable Divine Martial against Lord of the Southern King Ping.
