I am the Emperor Star of Ziwei, in charge of everything in the ten directions!

North Sea!

"These Western disciples are really troublesome."

Wen Zhong was not in a very good mood at the moment.

Originally, if it was just Yuan Futong and the 72 rebel armies led by him, there was a high probability that Wen Zhong would be able to suppress them all.

Just when Wen Zhong was about to win, a group of Western disciples suddenly appeared.

Although Wen Zhong once became a disciple of the Golden Spirit Mother of Jiejiao and learned some skills from her.

But his own strength is actually not that strong.

Facing the rebels of Yuan Futong who were supported by Western disciples, Wen Zhong seemed to find it difficult to cope.

It is precisely because of this that Wen Zhong is very unhappy with the disciples of the Western Church.

Not only that!

"Kill!"

"As long as Wen Zhong is captured, the Shang Dynasty will lose a powerful general, and it will also deal a significant blow to their morale."

"After that, we will surely be able to destroy the Shang Dynasty and establish a new dynasty."

Unlike Wen Zhong who was depressed, Yuan Futong was full of energy and confidence after receiving the support of Western religions.

Seeing that his side was gradually gaining the upper hand, he could not wait to order his army to attack Wen Zhong's army, trying to wipe out the latter's forces in one fell swoop.

With the support of the Western disciples, Yuan Futong was indeed unstoppable.

Wen Zhong was beaten back step by step.

"Wen Zhong, if you want to live, you should kneel down and surrender immediately."

"Otherwise, you and your men will all die here."

Not long after, Yuan Futong looked at Wen Zhong opposite him, his tone full of confidence and threat.

Beside him were Ananda, Kasyapa, Ksitigarbha and other disciples of the Western Buddhism.

"Pooh!"

"You traitors, are you worthy enough to make me kneel down and surrender?"

"If you want to kill me, then come on."

"Even if I die, I won't let you live an easy life."

Wen Zhong spat at Yuan Futong without hesitation and cursed him with disdain.

The soldiers around him also looked fearless and unafraid of death.

"hateful!"

"Since you insist on dying, we will grant your wish."

"Fuck them all!"

Faced with Wen Zhong's scolding, Yuan Futong also became furious and immediately sent a large army to attack, determined to completely destroy the former.

"Could it be that I, Wen Zhong, am really going to perish here?"

"Even so, I will never give in!"

"Follow me and kill together. Even if we die on the battlefield, we can still gather together in the underworld in the future!"

Wen Zhong knew that the situation was hopeless, so he immediately rushed out at the head of his troops and joined forces with Yuan Futong's army.

"Kill!"

"We have already arrived at the battlefield, why should we fear death?"

"Kill one to protect your capital, kill two and you will make a profit."

"Brothers, I'll go downstairs and wait for you."

The soldiers under Wen Zhong's command also followed him out.

Unfortunately, no matter how brave Wen Zhong's army was, facing the 72 princes led by Yuan Futong and the disciples of the Western Sect, their defeat was becoming increasingly obvious.

"Humph!"

At this moment, accompanied by a cold snort, the terrifying pressure of a quasi-saint descended.

"what!"

"What power is this?"

"Help, help!"

"..."

Soon, most of the soldiers on Yuan Futong's side were unable to withstand the pressure from the quasi-saint, and they all fell on the battlefield before they could even let out a scream.

"My army is gone?"

Yuan Futong, who had been extremely proud of himself the previous moment, was now in extreme despair.

He had never expected that this would happen when he was supposed to be sure of victory. "Quasi-Saint?"

"A quasi-saint-level being would actually come to help Wen Zhong and the others?"

Ananda, Kasyapa and other Western Buddhist disciples who saw this scene were also shocked.

"All disciples of the Western religion, get out here."

"I want to see what abilities you have that would allow you to support Yuan Futong in his fight against the Shang Dynasty?"

Soon, Jidu's figure stood high in the sky, looking down at Yuan Futong and said coldly.

"Is it Ketu?"

"I didn't expect that he would come to Beihai in person?"

"This is troublesome. He is at the peak of Quasi-Saint level. I'm afraid he won't be that easy to deal with."

"What are you afraid of? Most of our Western Sect disciples are here. Can't we defeat him if we join forces?"

"That's right, let's go together!"

"..."

After recognizing Ji Du's identity, the Western Sect disciples were horrified and flew into the sky one after another, trying to besiege the former.

"Ah!"

"Are you guys ready to attack me together?"

"What a pity. They are just a bunch of rubbish. Even if they gather together, they are still a bunch of rubbish."

"Come on, I'll let you guys make the first move. Let me see what methods you have."

Facing the encirclement of Ananda, Kashyapa and others, Jitu was not afraid at all. Instead, he continued to mock them.

"Damn it!"

"How dare you humiliate me like this?"

"After we suppress you, do you still dare to be so arrogant?"

"Die to me!"

"..."

Hearing this, Ananda, Kashyapa and the others became furious, and they activated their own Daluo and even Quasi-Saint abilities, emitting infinite Buddha light and together besieging Jidu.

"bring it on!"

A hint of fighting spirit emerged in Jitu's eyes, and he also burst out with the cultivation of the peak of quasi-saint, and fought with Ananda, Kasyapa and other disciples of the Western Religion.

"boom!"

"Long!"

"Long!"

During the fierce battle between Ketu, Ananda, and Kasyapa, the entire world was shaking continuously due to the aftermath of their battle.

It also shocked Wen Zhong, Yuan Futong and others beyond words.

If they had joined a battle like that, they would have been dead long ago, right?

"Ah!"

"A bunch of trash!"

"Even if I give you a chance, you are useless."

After several rounds, Ji Du sneered disdainfully.

Because not only was he always in the upper hand, he also continued to kill one Western disciple after another.

"Can't this damn guy just shut up?"

"However, his strength is really too terrifying."

"If this continues, I'm afraid we'll all die here."

"In this case, we can only choose a strategic retreat."

"..."

Ananda, Kasyapa and others were very unhappy with Ketu's ridicule, but they could do nothing about it.

Even if they join forces, they are no match for Jidu.

So, after a little thought, Ananda, Kashyapa and others turned around and fled without hesitation.

"Humph!"

"They are indeed a bunch of rubbish. Not only are they weak, but they don't even have the courage to fight to the death?"

Looking at the fleeing backs of Ananda, Kasyapa and others, Jitu snorted coldly and commented with an increasingly contemptuous tone.

However, he was too lazy to chase after her. (End of this chapter)