"If we really do it this way, the power of faith accumulated by the great figures of modern China..."

"I don't even want to think about what Michael will use to fight."

Li Xuanzu had learned about the modern history of the Dragon Kingdom, and the achievements of those great men were truly astounding.

"Who knows? It could also be those gods. The faith power that the Dragon Kingdom accumulated in its early years is actually enough."

"But... I don't know why, Huang Jianshu from the Dragon Kingdom has been reluctant to wake him up."

"If we had done that earlier, the Dragon Kingdom might not have needed to use these two trump cards in the Chosen One."

Blue Star Heavenly Dao spoke softly, its gaze fixed on Elder Huang, scrutinizing him intently.

"So I'm still very curious whether you can use your abilities to unify the beliefs of all living beings on the entire planet."

"Hehe, you guessed pretty accurately. Don't guess like that next time."

... ...

On the arena.

Michael stood on the ground, his eight wings spread behind him, and his long sword held upright in his hand, looking every bit the part of a goddess descending to earth.

"The Dragon Kingdom needs your help. Is there anyone willing to lend a hand?"

Old Huang's hunched back straightened up considerably at once.

He looked up at the sky, seemingly talking to someone.

Just as Li Xuanzu was puzzled, a sharp voice rang out:

"Hmph, only now you're asking me, Old Sun, for a fight?"

"Isn't it a bit too late?"

Old Huang remained unmoved and continued to repeat the same sentence.

"Hey! You old man, are you looking down on me, Old Sun?"

"Put me down, and I guarantee they'll run away in terror!"

The voice became anxious, and the pace of speech quickened considerably.

But Mr. Huang still did not respond.

If I'm not mistaken, that voice just now belonged to one of the most famous figures in the Dragon Kingdom's mythology.

The Great Sage Equal to Heaven, Sun Wukong!

However, Huang Lao did not intend for it to break the deadlock.

Another voice, sounding more feminine, rang out.

"I see the suffering of all living beings. I wonder if I could descend to the mortal realm to break this cycle?"

For some reason, Li Xuanzu thought of someone when he heard this voice.

Cihang Zhenren is also famous in the mythology of the Dragon Kingdom.

Also known as Guanyin Bodhisattva.

"Everyone, I remember when you possessed the power of faith, you disdained descending to the mortal realm, didn't you?"

"Now that we have enough faith, it's not your turn anymore!"

"You won't come to add flowers to brocade, but someone else will offer charcoal in the snow!"

Old Huang was very angry.

Two months into the apocalypse, he began trying to awaken the gods.

However, none of these beings, who are worshipped by the world, are willing to lend a hand because they are worried about insufficient supply of faith power in the future.

If Li Xuanzu hadn't proposed the hypothesis, the Dragon Kingdom wouldn't even have had the chance to participate in the Chosen Ones.

The Dragon Kingdom has no need for gods!

"Hahaha, comrade, are you calling me?"

A deep, middle-aged male voice rang out.

The golden figure, for some reason, seemed to grow redder the more you looked at it.

"Please, great man, take action!"

Old Master Huang, you did it.

He truly summoned historical figures.

Upon hearing the word "comrade," he couldn't hold back his tears.

"Alright, I was born in the Dragon Kingdom, so I will naturally do my best!"

The voice, with its heavy Xiang Sheng accent, truly made the audience from Longguo feel incredibly warm and familiar.

"start!"

"Hehe, Li Xuanzu, you're in luck, kid."

I'll take that as a compliment.

Li Xuanzu's expression was not good.

If Michael hadn't suddenly appeared out of nowhere in the British Empire, Huang Lao might have suffered a great loss due to his lack of knowledge about the situation.

Michael was on high alert, holding his longsword straight up, pointing it at the golden figure in the sky.

"Comrades, please step back a bit, or you might get hurt."

The three exorcists, including Chunyang, were also dumbfounded.

Old Huang is going all in?!

But they moved quickly and retreated to the edge of the arena in an instant.

"My blade will punish all!"

Michael raised his sword and swung it forcefully, unleashing a massive wave of golden flames that surged toward the golden figure.

"Hehehe."

Why are you in such a hurry?

With a wave of his hand, the golden figure effortlessly extinguished the attack that was usually invincible.

Even Emperor Xuanzu didn't dare to confront this head-on!

"Damn it, who are you?!"

Michael did not rush to continue organizing the attack, but instead inquired about the other party's identity.

"Me? Just an ordinary warrior from the Dragon Kingdom, I'm just lucky and favored by others."

The golden figure's aura surged, and with a gentle wave of its hand, a golden wave of energy pushed outwards.

Michael flapped his wings repeatedly, but he was ultimately a step too late.

His body was smashed open, and blood gushed to the ground like a waterfall.

It was as if golden clouds had fallen to the ground.

"Hear my call! Burn away all evil with flames and scorch those before you!"

Michael was so badly injured, yet he could still stand and even had the strength to continue attacking?!

"Wang Yingxiong, do you really think Second Grandfather can hold him off for two minutes?"

Chunyang asked Wang Yingxiong in a trembling voice.

The four sat on the edge of the arena, surrounded by a golden halo.

"Should, probably, possibly, maybe, what a load of rubbish!"

"I think it's not even going to last a minute."

"What the hell is this monster? Even those two from India combined might not be enough to defeat it."

"Isn't that giving me too much credit?"

The one who answered Chunyang was not Wang Yingxiong, but Hu Er Taiye, Hu Tiannan.

"Jianshu, do you think we have any backup plans after summoning this great man?"

Chunyang asked Huang Lao, who was standing to the side.

"Hehe, it's gone. This time it's really gone."

"The three of you should think about it first. After the chosen one wins, which one of you will absorb the power of faith alone?"

Old Huang gave a wry smile and changed the subject.

"Let's go with Chunyang. Anyway, even without the power of faith, we still have the strength of a fifth-tier exorcist."

"I have no objection."

Wang Yingxiong and Tian Yan spoke one after the other.

"you..."

Chunyang was touched by their words.

"Alright, I won't say anything mushy anymore. I will definitely lead the Dragon Kingdom to the top of the world!"

The battle on the field is almost over.

The flames had just almost completely taken over the arena, even including the classroom.

If that great man hadn't taken precautions for Huang Lao and his group beforehand, they probably would have been finished.

"The flames of burning sin, how wonderful."

The golden figure was bathed in the sea of ​​fire, yet remained completely unaffected.

The power of faith He has accumulated is immense, even in the entire history of Earth!

"Let's leave the stage. This battle will be won by the Dragon Kingdom once again."

The golden figure spoke.

The meaning of this "again" is unclear.

Michael was extremely unwilling, but the golden waves, as powerful as a roaring mountain, attacked again.

Michael's armor was shattered, his body was torn to pieces, and his sword-wielding arm was gone.

"Michael is out of action and has been eliminated. The Dragon Kingdom has won the Chosen One!"

This was an ending that no one had predicted.

"They clearly don't have any gods, so what right do they have?!"

The one who was most dissatisfied was Shiva.

"Using the power of faith to summon a one-time-existing god is cheating!"

"Enough, Shiva, stop embarrassing yourself here!"

Vishnu spoke up to stop Shiva from continuing his commotion.

If we're really comparing the power of faith, if they hadn't resorted to opportunism, the Dragon Kingdom would most likely have been the ultimate winner even without using those methods.