Hidden in the shadows, Daoist Randeng and Yun Zhongzi, known as the Immortal of Fortune and Virtue, frowned as they watched Wen Zhong continue fighting back in every way he could.
"He truly deserves to be Saint Mother Jin Ling's disciple. With that fighting prowess, he must be the strongest of all Daluo Golden Immortals, far surpassing the others!"
"Even I... am no match for him!"
Though he too stood at the peak of the late Daluo Golden Immortal stage, Yun Zhongzi could not help admiring him.
"I admit that Wen Zhong is someone of note among Daluo Golden Immortals. But a Daluo Golden Immortal is still only a Great Luo!"
"Yun Zhongzi, join me in taking Wen Zhong down!"
Without another word, Randeng emerged from the shadows and joined the battle.
Yun Zhongzi joined him at the same time.
Despite Wen Zhong's profound cultivation and exceptionally rich, pure Great Luo Immortal Power, he could do little against so many opponents. With Randeng, a Quasi-Saint Realm cultivator, joining them, he was even more helpless.
Before long, wounds covered his body, and he could no longer resist. He had all but been subdued.
"Wretch, the tide of destiny favors the King of Zhou, yet you dare stand against it! Now that things have come to this, will you surrender or not?"
Randeng looked down at Wen Zhong, who knelt on one knee.
"To hell with your tide of destiny! You want me to surrender? Not a chance!"
Wen Zhong glared viciously at Randeng.
The Western Religion, Chan Sect, and you traitors to the Human Race—I'll remember you all.
If there is another life, I, Wen Zhong, will make you pay a hundredfold, a thousandfold!
"Then I shall carry out Heaven's will and put an end to you!"
At that, Randeng moved