With such power, even a true dragon would be no match.
But would a true dragon be afraid?
The dragon and lion who dared to challenge him before were also top experts, but he had already killed them with his own hands.
"Talk is nonsense. We'll each rely on our own methods and take care of our own lives." He was arrogant, conceited, and absolutely confident.
He fought his way from the First Holy City to the Seventh Holy City, and then from the First Holy Temple to the Seventh Holy Temple. How many sieges had he faced? Yet he still survived!
At most, after passing two or three more temples, even if the rest of the people besiege him, they won't be able to stop him!
He wants to storm into the main hall and become a saint through force!
The others also understood this principle and began to band together, deliberately targeting True Dragon, Corpse Bone Gene, Crown Princess, King of Black Mist, and others.
The atmosphere was filled with murderous intent.
“It seems we can’t have a proper talk.” Yaochi suddenly laughed. “How about this: the Crown Princess, Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, Zhang Bairen, the Three Pure Ones, Fairy, Demon Lord, Old Ghost, Little Demon, and me and A-Zhou, the thirteen of us will form an alliance, clear the area here, and then we can each rely on our own methods.”
Everyone's expression changed drastically.
They stared at Yaochi, some with fierce expressions, others with cold glints in their eyes.
She actually wanted to unite with the isolated top experts to wipe out everyone else!
“Yes, these ants are in the way and should have been dealt with long ago!” Zhenlong was the first to agree, looking at Tianzai and the others as if they were food.
"No." Corpse Gene refused. "All those present have the opportunity to become saints. They are the reserve of fighting power for the Holy War. We cannot kill them."
"You can't kill her even if you try," the fairy said coldly. She had jade-like bones and ice-like skin, stunning beauty, and an aura of otherworldly grace.
Along the way, although the fairy was not as powerful as the true dragon, she was undoubtedly a top-tier expert. Some even speculated that she might have a direct blood relationship with the [Saint Immortal].
The old ghost rode a black bull, which trod on blue ghostly energy.
He had a kind face and said softly, "There has to be a plan. Dying like this is not a solution. Who here can guarantee that they will not perish or become a saint?"
"Little Black, what's your opinion?" Little Demon looked at Li Changzhou.
The little demon is petite and adorable with an innocent face, but once she reveals her true form, the sun is smaller than her fingernail; she's a tigress.
“Little Black…” Li Changzhou was speechless.
After thinking for a moment, he said, "If none of you can solve this problem, what can I say? I think it's better to keep it simple: for tests outside of the fighting, no fighting is allowed; for tests involving fighting, everyone should rely on their own abilities."
Everyone's eyes flickered as they weighed their options.
Some united alliances have also developed ulterior motives.
For example, if a group of people, led by natural disasters, were to be tested on their talents, each of them would have a chance. But if it were to be based entirely on fighting, most of them would have no chance at all.
“I agree.” The Bone Gene was the first to nod. “A test of talent should be given to the most talented person to become a saint.”
The True Dragon disagreed: "The fact that the Temple doesn't stop the fighting proves that the greatest test is still combat strength."
“You have high combat power, but you’re still standing here like us, obediently negotiating,” the little demon teased. “I agree.”
"Alright." The Crown Princess nodded.
“Alright,” the Demon Lord replied.
“Not bad,” Old Ghost chimed in.
The others nodded one after another.
Those who disagreed had no choice but to accept it; even a true dragon wouldn't dare to act recklessly or go against the tide.
“Then let’s make a vow,” Li Changzhou said.
The Heavenly Oath exerted all its power to condense a Great Dao Oath Paper, and all the Heavenly Positions imprinted their own Heavenly Will upon it.
"Alright, let's go." The group set off for the Eighth Temple.
The atmosphere remained heavy, but it was more relaxed than ever before. Some of the higher-ranking officials had to admit that they were truly terrified of killing.
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