Zhong Shan, Corpse Mister, and the Nine Great Jiang Chen soared into the sky, heading straight toward Cheng Hou.
The aura of the Ancestral Immortals shot upward from below, and Jin Peng and the others grew even more combative. Beneath Cheng Hou's blurred face, his complexion shifted from green to purple and back again.
Zhuangzi had actually flung back his sleeves and left? Leaving me here alone?
You should know that this whole situation today happened entirely because of you, Zhuangzi! I was merely invited here. Why should I be the one to face this?
Watching Zhong Shan draw closer and closer, Cheng Hou felt an intense oppression in his heart.
How had things turned out like this?
One Sage, one Zhong Shan, and twenty Ancestral Immortals? Such a massive lineup—even if I am the First Sage, I may not be able to handle it.
What is Zhong Shan here for? To fight?
If a battle really breaks out, I won't gain anything either. If Zhong Shan goes berserk, I might even suffer severe injuries.
Leave? I am the Number One Under Heaven Sage. Am I to submit without a fight?
Cheng Hou fell into a chaos of thoughts. Surrounded by Zhong Tian and the others, he could neither fight nor refrain from fighting! The title of First Sage seemed to have become a shackle, trapping Cheng Hou and making him unwilling to flee.
"Bang!"
At last, just as countless thoughts whirled through Cheng Hou's mind, Zhong Shan and his party flew up.
Cheng Hou's pupils contracted. His hand tightened slightly, clearly preparing for a bitter battle.
"Tian Er, we're going back!" Zhong Shan said.
"Yes!" Zhong Tian nodded.
"Huh?" Cheng Hou was slightly stunned.
Going back? Cheng Hou looked at Zhong Shan in surprise.
And Zhong Tian really did