Hearing Guangchengzi tell him to do something so dangerous, Daoist Randeng cursed him ten thousand times in his heart.
With an awkward chuckle, Daoist Randeng tactfully declined. "Disciple nephew, your uncle master is not skilled in water-based divine abilities. This task... I fear I am unable to undertake it. Better trouble another disciple nephew proficient in water-based divine abilities."
True Person Huanglong: "???"
Who are you pointing at?!
Who the hell are you pointing at?!
Who the fuck are you pointing at?!
In the vast Prehistoric World, who did not know that the Dragon Clan ruled the rivers and lakes?
They were skilled in the Great Dao of water.
Daoist Randeng's words were practically pointing at True Person Huanglong and saying: You can take this miserable job.
The expressions of the other Chan Sect disciples changed again and again.
"Are there any other solutions?"
True Lord Yu Ding looked reluctant. This tactic was not only ruthless toward the Shang Army, but even more ruthless toward the one carrying it out!
Taking action against mortals was expressly forbidden.
Anyone who dared violate it would not only bear even more Karma from the Tribulation of Killing, but would also be plagued by the Calamity of the Mortal World of the Human Race.
Their Chan Sect immortals had been down the mountain for quite some time.
Whenever they fought, they only dueled Cultivators above the immortal realm. They did not dare touch mortals at all.
They feared that if they failed to control their strength, they might crush a Mortal to death.
Daoist Randeng said nothing and stepped back, clearly conveying: I have already proposed the plan. Whether you are willing to carry it out is up to you.
Everyone fell silent.
After a long while, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun gritted his teeth and