Tang San rose to his feet, sweeping his gaze across the crowd as he spoke slowly:
"Look closely. The Angel Holy Sword is suppressing an immensely powerful evil energy."
"This proves that this sword possesses tremendous power. If it falls into the hands of someone with evil intentions, it will surely bring a great disaster upon the entire continent."
"Only in the hands of the righteous can the Angel Holy Sword truly benefit the continent."
"The Qian Yuhan in the image is fixated solely on becoming a god, consumed by desire. She has most likely already been corrupted by evil. If she becomes a god, she will certainly be an Evil God!"
"Therefore, Senior Poseidon acted to stop her for the sake of all living beings. It was a truly righteous act!"
Tang San's words were righteous and impassioned.
He concluded:
"Therefore, a Divine Weapon like the Angel Holy Sword should not be in the hands of an evil force like Spirit Hall, much less in the hands of that woman Qian Renxue!"
"It should belong to Shrek—to the side of justice!"
Xiao Wu nodded repeatedly, her large eyes brimming with admiration.
"My brother said that so well!"
Oscar, Dai Mubai, and the others also chimed in, feeling that Tang San's analysis made perfect sense.
Only Zhu Zhuqing frowned slightly. She neither agreed nor disagreed with Tang San's argument; instead, she was more interested in something else.
Her red lips parted as she asked:
"However, who exactly is this man called Lu Ming?"
"What kind of charm does he possess, to make someone like the First Generation Angel God Qian Yuhan so infatuated with him?"
Ma Hongjun, listening from the side, spoke in a sour tone full of jealousy.
"Yeah! Why him?"
"There is already a peerless silver-haired beauty beside this Lu Ming, and now even the First Generation Angel God favors him!"
"Although we don't know who that silver-haired woman is, just looking at her projection on the Sky Screen tells us that she is unbelievably beautiful and immensely powerful."
"This Lu Ming has women on both sides of him. It really makes people jealous enough to grind their teeth!"
Just as everyone was discussing it heatedly, the usually silent Yu Xiaogang suddenly spoke.
There was gravity and shock in his voice.
"Have you... not noticed?"
"Back on the Sun Moon Continent, the person who appeared out of nowhere and killed that Seven-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Evil Eye Tyrant, with a single palm strike..."
"Was this Lu Ming!"
Boom!
Yu Xiaogang's words exploded in everyone's minds like a bolt of thunder.
The Shrek group instantly widened their eyes, their faces filled with horror.
"What?!"
"Master, are you telling the truth?!"
"It seems... it really was him! Those white robes, that aura—they are exactly the same!"
"Heavens! This Lu Ming was actually someone who existed tens of thousands of years ago?"
"Not only did he know the First Generation Angel God and the Sea God, he even lived until the present?!"
"Just how terrifying is his strength?"
For a moment, the only sound within the great tent was everyone drawing sharp breaths.
The name Lu Ming instantly became incomparably mysterious—and incomparably weighty—in their hearts.
Meanwhile.
Atop the walls of Jialing Pass, on the side of the Spirit Hall Empire.
Pope Bibi Dong wore a luxurious purple-gold gown as she sat upon her throne, radiating the imposing aura of one who reigned over the world.
She elegantly crossed her long, beautiful legs, wrapped in black spiderweb-patterned stockings. Delicate purple high heels adorned her jade feet, and her entire being exuded a mature yet dangerous charm.
Her gaze rested on the Sky Screen, and curiosity flashed through her purple eyes.
"The Angel Holy Sword? Becoming a god by gathering the power of humanity's faith?"
A playful smile curved Bibi Dong's red lips.
The path to godhood she had taken was completely different from this.
It was neither the orderly inheritance of a god position taken by Qian Renxue and Tang San, nor the path of gathering faith and creating a Self-created God Position like Qian Yuhan.
Her Rakshasa God position had been seized through her own wisdom and power, wrested away step by step through slaughter and intrigue.
The hardship of that process was far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.
At her side, Qian Renxue wore golden soft armor that perfectly accentuated her flawless figure.
When she saw her ancestor Qian Yuhan suffer a grievous wound from Poseidon's sneak attack, fury immediately ignited in her beautiful golden eyes, and her jade hand involuntarily clenched around her sword hilt.
"Our ancestor is in danger!"
Qian Renxue gritted her silver teeth, her voice cold.
"This Sea God Poseidon is utterly hypocritical! Just like that Tang San, he is a despicable villain who only knows how to use underhanded tricks!"
Her disgust for the Sea God and Tang San deepened by several degrees.
However, in the next instant, when the Sky Screen shifted and revealed the two figures who had saved Qian Yuhan, Qian Renxue froze completely.
She saw him.
She saw a familiar figure she would never forget for all eternity.
That man in white robes, with his extraordinary bearing and handsome, elegant appearance...
Qian Renxue's golden pupils suddenly contracted. Her delicate body shuddered as she instinctively rose from her seat.
Her peerless face was filled with shock.
Because...
The mysterious powerhouse on the Sky Screen who had saved the First Generation Angel God, and whom she deeply loved...
Was actually her master, Lu Ming!
"T-That is..."
Even Pope Bibi Dong, who had always remained calm and maintained an unchanged expression before Mount Tai collapse, abruptly rose from her throne in alarm.
Her peerless long legs, clad in black spiderweb stockings, tensed straight and traced a breathtaking curve. Her purple eyes stared fixedly at the Sky Screen, her voice trembling slightly.
"Qian Renxue, isn't that your master, Lu Ming?!"
Qian Renxue's delicate body trembled violently.
She nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet clearly reaching Bibi Dong's ears.
"Yes... it really is my master."
It was far more than simply recognizing him.
Her master's appearance, every smile and frown of his, and those indifferent eyes that seemed to see through everything had long been etched deep into her soul like the most profound brand.
In this life—no, even through endless lifetimes—she could never possibly forget him.
But...
How could this be possible?!
The immense shock left Qian Renxue's mind blank. Beneath her golden soft armor, her curvaceous body trembled slightly, and her straight, slender jade legs went weak, nearly unable to support her.
"My master... appeared in an image from twenty thousand years ago?"
She murmured to herself, her golden pupils full of bewilderment and shock.
"Doesn't that mean... he... he has lived for twenty thousand years?"
The moment that thought arose, it was like a boulder dropped into a calm lake, stirring up towering waves in her heart.
Bibi Dong was equally shaken. She slowly sat back down upon her throne, but the shift in her crossed legs revealed the turmoil in her heart.
She looked at the peerless figure in white on the Sky Screen, her tone complicated.
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