"Since you refuse to see reason, don't blame me for being merciless." Seeing that Wang Ming had no intention of surrendering, Third Holy Mother Yang Chan spoke no further.
The Lotus Lantern in her hand emitted an emerald-green radiance—a glow that appeared faint and gentle, yet possessed an indestructible and terrifyingly destructive power.
The endless flow of the Zimu River,
Wang Ming stood in its midst, looking up at the female immortals above.
Although he knew these female immortals held high status and formidable strength, he felt no fear.
Naturally, Wang Ming hoped to avoid battle, but since it was unavoidable, there was nothing to fear.
Instantly, the ice-blue jade throne released the power of national fortune.
The majestic fortune transformed into nine lifelike golden dragons that coiled within a three-zhang radius around Wang Ming, forming an airtight defense.
Wang Ming checked his defense and smiled, "I've heard that Mount Hua has a goddess named the Third Holy Mother, and that she holds a divine artifact called the Lotus Lantern."
Startled by Wang Ming calling out her identity, the Third Holy Mother felt a brief moment of surprise, but she wasn't overly shocked, as she had never concealed it in the first place.
"Since you know the might of the Lotus Lantern, you should immediately abandon your ambitions, allow the entire world to return to peace, and let the common people live and work in peace, rather than mindlessly instigating rebellion and dragging them into the flames of war," Yang Chan rebuked righteously.
"Hahahahahaha ahaha!!!! You gods really do talk to yourselves and take everything for granted," Wang Ming laughed up to the sky.
Immediately, the ice-blue throne emitted an even stronger brilliance, which instantly flooded the space above the Zimu River.
"What?"
"How can this be?"
"He... he actually