If Taishang Laojun hadn't noticed anything amiss just now, he was starting to feel a chill creep over him now.
"You—you're not Master?!"
Staring at Journey to the West Hong Jun, who looked exactly like Hong Jun, Taishang Laojun's expression darkened. Gritting his teeth, he demanded,
"Who are you people? What have you done to my Master?"
As he spoke, Taishang Laojun glanced up at the two identical Sect Leader Tongtians, his face full of anguish.
"Third Brother, are you really just going to stand by and watch them? They're not Master!!"
"Heh..."
Seeing this, Sect Leader Tongtian let out a derisive laugh and stepped forward. "Senior Brother, why are you in such a hurry? Master will be here in a moment!"
"As for us?"
Sect Leader Tongtian paused, then turned to Xuanming at his side. "Kid, tell me—what should I do with them?"
"Uh..."
Xuanming, inexplicably called on yet again, looked helplessly at his master. "Are you afraid they won't remember my face or something?"
"So what?"
Sect Leader Tongtian shrugged and laughed nonchalantly. "After this battle, they'll be entering your Investiture of the Gods. What trouble do you think they can cause then?"
"Well... fair enough!"
Xuanming shrugged and let go of his annoyance at Sect Leader Tongtian's blatant self-disclosure. He looked at the group not far away.
"Master, you and Martial Uncle can do whatever you want with them. But maybe don't kill the rest? They'll all be on our side someday!"
"Don't worry!"
Before Sect Leader Tongtian could reply, Journey to the West Hong Jun, already growing impatient, gently waved a hand at them.
"Whoosh!"
A terrifying wave swept soundlessly through the chaos, crushing everything in its path with virtually no resistance.
Once it had passed, figures came tumbling from the sky. The Great Formation of