We Should Stretch Our Muscles Too

Outside the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation, the atmosphere on the battlefield where the two armies faced off was equally tense to the extreme.

Daoist Burning Lamp, Immortal Official Nanji, and Yun Zhongzi all stared solemnly at the formation shrouded in yellow sand and filled with killing intent.

The Twelve Golden Immortals had been inside the formation for some time, yet aside from the occasional surge of yellow sand, not the slightest sound had come from within.

The deathly silence caused the hearts of the three men to sink little by little.

Just then, a tall figure slowly walked out from before the Shang army's camp, breaking the suffocating silence.

Zhao Gongming wore a Daoist robe and radiated imposing power. He looked toward Burning Lamp and the other two in the distance before speaking in a booming voice that shook the surroundings.

"Fellow Daoists, we can't just stand here and watch."

"The Twelve Golden Immortals have entered the formation. We should stretch our muscles a little as well."

Zhao Gongming's voice carried a bold spirit. Looking at the three opposing him, he challenged them without the slightest hesitation.

"May I ask which fellow Daoist is willing to have a match with me?"

His tone suddenly changed, carrying a hint of provocation.

"Or are the three of you planning to come at me together?"

His words held undisguised boldness and fighting spirit, as if the people standing opposite him were not renowned experts of the Chan Sect, but merely ordinary opponents.

The brows of Daoist Burning Lamp and Immortal Official Nanji twitched almost imperceptibly at the same time.

What an arrogant Zhao Gongming!

Before Burning Lamp and the others could respond, three more figures emerged from the front of the Great Shang's formation and strode out through the crowd.

They were