"Wutian, don't get too arrogant."
The many immortals and gods on Longevity Mountain's side appeared with the immortals and gods Lu Chuan had kept in reserve. At their head were Zhen Yuanzi, Shen Gongbao, Yang Jian, and the others.
Nezha said, "Your days of going against the grain and throwing your weight around in the Three Realms are about to end."
"Going against the grain? Throwing my weight around? Hahahaha!"
Wutian let out a long laugh, then snorted. "True Martial, didn't we agree on single combat? Why don't you dare come out now?"
"Since the decisive battle has already been agreed upon, how would True Martial dare break the pact?"
A golden avenue extended from Longevity Mountain to the front of the two armies.
Upon that great road, a figure came striding forward. His head of black hair stirred without wind, immortal light flowed around him, and his bearing was arresting.
Appearing together with him were Queen Mother of the West and Duke of the East.
"Good, good, good. It seems everyone has arrived today."
Wutian's gaze was intimidating as he said, "It seems you have already advanced into the Ancestor Realm. You truly did not disappoint me. Was it you who said today's battle would decide the future of the Three Realms?"
Put that way, those sixteen śarīra were most likely already ruined.
As for the helpers Lu Chuan had invited, he did not care about them at all.
"Arrived?"
Lu Chuan smiled inwardly. It seemed he had done little else these years, but the one thing he had not lacked was making friends.
In a moment, I'll let you know just how wide this Lu's network really is.
But now was not the time to talk about such things. Today's battle was unavoidable, and he was also looking