It was obvious that he intended to use words as a blade and seize the initiative first.
In the Shang Camp, Grand Tutor Wen rode out on the Black Kirin, his Flood Dragon Golden Whip angled toward the ground. He let out a derisive laugh. "Jiang Ziya, don't flaunt your silver tongue! You and I both know the score—today's battle ends with either your death or my destruction. Here is my final ultimatum: accompany this commander to Chaoge to meet the king, and you may yet preserve your life."
Jiang Ziya's expression abruptly changed. Among the Jade Void immortals behind him, a figure suddenly emerged. He had an ancient, unusual countenance and a slender, emaciated frame, bearing the unmistakable air of the foremost among immortals—the First Ancestor of Buddhism.
A poem praised him: "Auspicious haze floats through the sky as purple qi gathers; auspicious clouds coil upward and pierce the heavenly court. The deer's call echoes through the green wilderness; lingzhi grows in layered clusters, its colors flowing with azure. He slowly steps through the central gate, his true countenance revealed; his natural, wondrous features possess an otherworldly spirit. Dancing sleeves of rainbow light pierce the heavens, while a treasured register hangs at his waist, granting eternal life. At the foot of Spirit Vulture Mountain stands Dipamkara Buddha Daoist, ever attending the Peach Banquet to offer birthday blessings."
Dipamkara Buddha Daoist rode a white deer forward, his voice shaking the four directions. "Fellow Daoist Wen, I know you rely on Kong Xuan. But don't think that one man's bravery will let you stand alone against the full elite force of my Jade Void Sect! Remember the omen of Phoenix Cry of Mount Qi. Xiqi has received Heaven's mandate and is where the hearts of the world have gathered. How could