He glanced again at the Twelve Golden Immortals following Daoist Ran Deng, a trace of contempt in the corner of his eye.
"So that's why my Jie Sect Disciples couldn't win..."
"It turns out your Chan Sect disciples came out in full force!"
After mocking them, Zhao Gongming pointed at Zhao Jiang, who was hanging above the camp gate and fluttering like a flag in the wind. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"Ran Deng, don't you know that although the Three Teachings split into separate sects, the Three Pure Ones are still one?"
"You hung Zhao Jiang up to humiliate him. It might seem like you're disgracing my Interception Sect, but your Chan Sect has to share half the shame. And our eldest uncle's side will be disgraced too..."
Just then, Guang Chengzi stepped forward.
He scoffed at Zhao Gongming's words. The Three Pure Ones being one was a thing of the past.
Now, in the Investiture of the Gods Calamity, either you died or I did!
Guang Chengzi laughed at Zhao Gongming for still not understanding this. If the Interception Sect's disciples didn't die, then it would be their Chan Sect disciples who faced the tribulation.
And if the Interception Sect's influence among humanity didn't decline, how could they surpass them again and spread their teachings among humanity?
Guang Chengzi immediately spoke up in a clear, loud voice:
"So what if we hung him up?"
"In this Investiture of the Gods Calamity, everyone's fate is determined by Heaven's decree. We haven't killed Zhao Jiang yet; we've only given him a chance to come to his senses. We've been generous to him!"
Seeing Guang Chengzi's attitude, Zhao Gongming grew even angrier. His eyes seemed ready to shoot flames!
The black tiger beneath him sprang forward.
Zhao Gongming stepped out from