"Amitabha, King of Chu, these Golden Armor Guards of yours cannot stop us. Please hand over the Chu Kingdom's Fortune Pearl, and my Fire Cloud Temple will not harm a hair on your head."
Demonic Monk Zhenwu and the Blood Demon Ancestor were already fighting the Golden-Armored Divine General and breaking down the gates. With his fighting strength greatly diminished, Zhenye could offer little help, so he began urging Chu Zhaoyuan to surrender.
"I am the sovereign of the Chu Kingdom's countless subjects. What right does a mere demonic monk like you have to say such things to me?"
Chu Zhaoyuan stood ramrod straight with both hands behind his back, his eyes bright as he met the gaze of Zhenye's enormous dharma aspect.
The emperors of Youyun Heaven could not be cultivators, or they would be unable to bear the fortune of an entire nation.
And Chu Zhaoyuan was nothing more than a mortal bone.
Yet even so, as he faced Zhenye's enormous dharma aspect, his imposing presence did not pale in the slightest.
"Amitabha. Then this humble monk must offend you."
Zhenye's dharma aspect pressed its palms together, a sinister smile appearing at the corners of its mouth.
Then, with a deafening boom, the last gate of the Eight-Gate Spirit-Shocking Formation and the last Golden Armor Divine Being statue fell together.
Boom!
Almost the instant the Eight-Gate Spirit-Shocking Formation shattered, ten thousand arrows gleaming with runes tore through the air from the Imperial City in unison, engulfing the demonic monks Zhenye and Zhenwu, along with the Blood Demon Ancestor.
"Roar!"
Facing those tens of thousands of arrows, all three heads of Zhenye's dharma aspect suddenly opened their mouths wide and unleashed a Lion's Roar.
Boom!
In a single instant, ten thousand arrows shattered with a thunderous crash.
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