Patriarch Bodhi Spreads His Teachings Across the World

Above the endless mountain range, beneath the magnificent sky.

Xu Zhongsheng flew swiftly with several dozen Corpse Emperor Hall experts, his face incomparably grim.

The several dozen Corpse Emperor Hall experts behind him were all covered in cold sweat, seemingly unable to keep up with Xu Zhongsheng's speed.

The earth-escape expert who had captured Sun Wukong earlier also wore a strained expression beneath his black hat. He could not help shouting, "Hall Master, we can barely hold on!"

They had already flown at full speed for two straight days. Even as Grand Unity Realm cultivators, they could not endure it.

"Hmph! A bunch of trash!"

Xu Zhongsheng snorted coldly, suppressing his fury. The Corpse Emperor Hall experts dared not voice their anger.

You're not trash!

Then why are you running so fast?

As though you're afraid someone's chasing you down!

Xu Zhongsheng truly was afraid. Patriarch Bodhi's unfathomable strength had chilled him to the bone. He did not dare imagine whether Buddha had already perished. He only wanted to return to Corpse Emperor Hall as quickly as possible and never compete with the Sacred Emperor Qin again.

Now, he believed it. The Sacred Emperor Qin truly was the reincarnation of the War God Ji Yongsheng. Otherwise, how could Qin Jun have recruited so many peerless experts?

Perhaps the Sacred Court had never been destroyed at all. Perhaps it was merely hiding in the shadows, waiting for a chance to rise again.

The more Xu Zhongsheng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had no desire to fall at such a time.

With that thought, he accelerated again, making his subordinates suffer miserably as they cursed Xu Zhongsheng's ancestors for eighteen generations in their hearts.

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