"Surround and kill Tang Xuanzang!" Phantom God emphasized.
Lü Jingtian looked at Phantom God. "You—fine, I'll just say it outright. Even if we join forces, we still can't be Tang Xuanzang's match. Besides, don't forget about Kongming and the others—they're all his lapdogs!"
Lü Jingtian was furious as he said this.
There were eight members of the Standing Council: Crimson Essence Daoist, Kongming, Zhao Hongmiao, Tang Yuhan, Nie Zheng, Shang Wuhuan, plus himself and Jiang Junren.
A full six of them were Tang Xuanzang's lapdogs. There was no need to mention Crimson Essence Daoist, Kongming, and Zhao Hongmiao. Tang Yuhan was close to Tang Xuanzang's younger sister, Nie Zheng was an old friend of Kongming and the others, while Shang Wuhuan was a spineless fence-sitter.
He groveled before whoever was strong and stood firmly on Tang Xuanzang's side.
Jiang Junren and he were truly having a hard time as isolated loners.
"They won't be soon," Phantom God said.
"What do you mean?" Lü Jingtian asked.
"The gates have opened. The path to godhood and sainthood lies ahead."
"The strong prey on the weak; the fittest survive."
"I am the Divine Lord. By my decree, the age of great strife begins!"
A majestic heavenly voice echoed through the room and lingered by Lü Jingtian's ears. It sounded like a god, like a Buddha, inspiring reverence and the urge to fall to one's knees in worship.
"It's you!" Lü Jingtian's expression changed.
Had Phantom God inherited the will of the gods and demons? No, he was impersonating it... no, that was not right either.
What Phantom God had done did not even count as impersonation. He had merely played at being mysterious and uttered a few ambiguous words.
The God and Demon Walkers had naturally believed him. It was not that they