They had thought White Garment would be distracted.
Yet everyone on the Dragon Kingdom's side remained frighteningly calm.
As though they had already known all of this.
The Overlord even picked his nose, looking at them like idiots. "With brains like yours, don't show off in front of the Dragon Kingdom."
"Heh, shall we wait and see, then?" The Pope glanced toward the battlefield.
Gunman and the Great Sage had already fought their way from the ground into the sky.
Murderous energy swept through heaven and earth.
Gunman stamped one foot. "Murderous Aura Fills the Sky!"
"Neigh! Neigh! Neigh!"
The sound of hoofbeats approached from afar.
In the blink of an eye, eight steeds burning with black flames burst from the clouds, pulling an ancient war chariot into the battlefield.
Gunman vaulted onto the chariot, holding the reins in his left hand and his spear in his right.
For a moment, he resembled an ancient general who had campaigned across the land.
"Can your master handle this?"
The Overlord sounded a little worried. "Should I go if he can't?"
"Oh, please. Go up there and my master will attack you too. The old man's eccentric. If he agrees to a duel, he won't let anyone interfere." Sikong Jian confidently hugged his white spear. "He just has no manners. But his strength... is absolutely reliable."
"Hyah!"
Gunman flicked the reins.
All eight horses neighed together.
They stamped blossoms of flame into the sky, charging toward his opponent with formation-breaking momentum.
"It's useless. The Great Sage can easily evade any attack. Even White Garment might not be able to break his law."
Old Bat raised his head proudly. The stronger the Great Sage proved himself, the more likely the Federation would become the world's dominant power in the future.
In some respects,