Inside Wuzhuang Temple's guest-welcoming hall, Lu Chuan had left, but the assembled immortals and gods had yet to disperse.
"I truly don't know what True Martial was thinking, actually wanting to fight Wutian alone."
Gonggong sighed, inevitably somewhat worried. "Are we really going to pin our hopes on those dozen-odd Sarira?"
Although with Lu Chuan's current realm and cultivation, looking across the Three Realms, he absolutely deserved to be called a powerful figure.
Unfortunately, he still could not be considered top-tier. Compared with Wutian, to put it bluntly, they were one in the heavens and one beneath the earth.
Lu Chuan had arranged a battle with Wutian for the sake of those five Sarira, but he truly could not understand why Lu Chuan believed so firmly that a dozen-odd Buddhist Sect Sarira alone could save the world.
And did he really have that much confidence that he could comprehend the mysteries of a dozen-odd Sarira?
When the time came, wouldn't it be fragrant if everyone charged in together and beat Wutian up in a righteous gang fight?
Perhaps...
Suddenly, Gonggong's eyes lit up. Could it be that True Martial wanted to test the waters for them first, exchange a few casual moves, then admit defeat and call them over for a righteous group beating?
In the quiet room, the two monkeys were utterly petrified.
Under Lu Chuan's smile, every hair on Six-Eared Macaque stood on end, and his smile looked uglier than crying.
He was very certain that the staff he had given the Black Lotus Holy Envoy last time had been aimed at taking his life. Who would have thought that after fighting to the end, the Black Lotus Holy Envoy and True Martial Emperor were the same person?
Your Majesty, you really knew how to play, didn't you?