In the Jie Sect camp opposite them, the large number of Outer Sect Disciples were, in the eyes of the Chan Sect, nothing more than a rabble.
The one who truly needed attention was Zhao Gongming. He was a formidable foe.
Besides that, the seven great formations were indeed somewhat troublesome.
Jiang Ziya sat to one side, his brows slightly furrowed, and asked, "Senior brothers, fellow Daoists, now that the Jie Sect has taken part in the defenses, what should we do?"
"Heh heh," Sun Wukong said, lounging off to the side with a teasing grin.
"You Chan Sect people have the famous name of the Twelve Golden Immortals. Just attack head-on. What is there to fear?"
Hearing this, Guang Chengzi took up the thread. "In that case, shall our two sects join forces to break the formations, or divide the tasks?"
Wukong did not hurry to answer. With a casual flip of his hand, a fresh peach appeared in his palm. He took a bite, juice splashing everywhere.
"What do you mean? Why would we make enemies of the Jie Sect?"
He raised his eyes to look at the crowd and explained, "Previously, Lu Yue spread plagues far and wide, so we were acting on behalf of Heaven.
Luo Xuan and his party were killed by senior uncle Xuantian. We would not dare meddle in that old man's affairs."
Anger surged up in Chijingzi. He slapped the table and rose, shouting, "If you are not wholly helping Qin, then what exactly do you people of the Literary Sect intend by coming here now, to the Qin army's main camp?"
Wukong carried a careless, unruly arrogance. "The Primordial Wilderness is vast; all things under the frosty sky vie for freedom.
Aside from the Daoist arenas of several Saints, where reverence