Wei Hu's voice rang out across Tang Camp, unbearably arrogant. The countless soldiers on Deng Jiugong's side were so furious that they gritted their teeth.
This was a blatant provocation. Did he really think there was no one left on their side?
"You're on the brink of death, and you're still this arrogant!"
Deng Jiugong gave a cold snort. With a single movement, he landed in front of Wei Hu.
Wei Hu was acting so arrogant because he wanted to crush the morale of Deng Jiugong's army.
The other side had gained a Grand Unity Golden Immortal and now thought they were invincible!
When Deng Jiugong personally stepped forward to fight, both sides held their breath, their expressions tense.
Deng Jiugong had previously killed Chan Sect disciples, drawing immense hatred. Li Jing and his sons, Manjushri, Samantabhadra, and Jiang Ziya could barely contain themselves; they wanted nothing more than to enter the battle and kill Deng Jiugong themselves.
"Deng Jiugong, let me see what you're capable of!"
Looking at Deng Jiugong, Wei Hu spoke with a solemn expression.
He knew Deng Jiugong was powerful, as well as sinister and cunning. Deng Jiugong had previously killed Jin Zha and Mu Zha in succession, and even ambushed his martial uncle Juliusun.
Apparently, Juliusun had been gravely wounded by Deng Jiugong, and the story told to outsiders was that Deng Jiugong had ambushed him.
Otherwise, it would be deeply humiliating for a Grand Unity Golden Immortal to fall at Deng Jiugong's hands.
So, as he faced Deng Jiugong, Wei Hu felt the pressure. Deng Jiugong was powerful, and sinister and cunning.
Still, as long as he stayed on guard, nothing should happen.
Looking at Deng Jiugong, Wei Hu's killing intent surged around him, his murderous aura fierce.
"Your arrogance ends here!"
As soon