In the end, neither side was willing to give in, and they all looked at the King of Samsara.
"Lord King of Samsara, please speak nonsense!"
"Yes, now that you have reached the Supreme Realm, your understanding of the great Dao of Heaven and Earth must be even deeper. Can you determine the origin of the forbidden area?"
"Yes, give us some advice!"
Looking at the pairs of expectant eyes, the King of Samsara put his hands behind his back, smiled pretentiously, and looked like an old professor with profound knowledge.
"The answer to the question is actually already in your debate."
He threw out such a statement, which surprised everyone.
"What? What the hell is that?"
"Is it what I just said, that there is a pair of giant hands behind the scenes controlling the endless years, constantly repairing and strengthening the restricted area..."
"Didn't I say that if Heaven really wanted to imprison strange creatures, why not just destroy them?"
"Did I say..."
The kings became excited again, shouting and arguing with each other like they were swearing in the streets.
The King of Samsara listened for a moment and shook his head. "Alright, you're almost deafening me. I won't keep you in suspense any longer. Just look for yourselves and see who supports the creation of a restricted area."
"The King of Biancheng, the Emperor Wuzong, the King of the Coroner, the King of Mount Tai, the Emperor Lingbao."
"A loudmouth, a strong limbed man, an autopsy examiner, a fisherman, and a blacksmith."
“What kind of culture can we have?”
"Let's see who supports the artificial creation of restricted areas."
"Old Heavenly Master, Buddha's head, this seat, others, Yama, Li's father..."
"Those who practice Taoism, those who teach Zen, those who are handsome, those who are neither good nor bad, those who are mysterious and unpredictable, and those who tell fortunes."
"Is the answer still for you?"
The King of Samsara didn't know who he learned this from, but he looked at the group of people with squinted eyes, and a cigarette was dangling from his mouth, which made the group of people very annoyed.
You are over 300 years old, why do you look like a 13-year-old bad boy?
Noticing the contempt in everyone's eyes, the King of Samsara suddenly became happy and muttered something that only he could hear.
"Jiang Chen is right. Smoking is indeed something young people like to do. They all seem to think I look a lot younger..."
…
On this side, Jiang Chen stepped into the blood river, and all pairs of eyes looked over at him at once.
Among them, many powerful men with blurred faces just glanced at him and ignored him. As a three-step king, he was not qualified enough to make them take action.
At this moment, the Blood River was flowing through the restricted area. No one could guarantee what would happen along the way, and Zhiqiang did not want to be distracted for an ant.
So even though the King of Samsara's sword provoked a lot of people, and Jiang Chen's provocation made him make a lot of enemies, at least so far, no powerful person has targeted him.
On the contrary, some high-ranking kings had a joking look on their faces, and some took a step forward, looking very threatening.
"Haha, I can't believe it, I really can't believe that there are such brave and heroic people in Kyushu. If I remember correctly, you just said that I was as short as a fat winter melon?"
A middle-aged man with a fierce face and a face full of flesh spoke.
"You, the Three-Step King, dare to follow us. You are truly courageous. With your strength, you will not be able to move an inch in the restricted area. However, we are kind-hearted and can help you."
Another charming woman in a black dress spoke. A snake head popped out from her sleeves and spit out whiskers from time to time.
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