Wuding Mountain was filled with dust and loud voices, and the ministers of the once-Saint-Ming Central Empire gathered into large armies.

When King Mingjiang saw such a grand occasion, he was extremely excited, as if he had returned to the peak period of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty, and said, "Shi Qianjue, if you don't open the mountain protection formation, do you believe that you will destroy the Moon-Worshiping Demon Sect today?"

"If you want to destroy the Moon Worshiping God Sect, it depends on whether you have the ability."

Shi Qianjue's eyes were locked on Zhang Ruochen, and the grand holy power burst out, making two demonic handprints like five-fingered mountains, suppressing them downwards.

As long as Zhang Ruochen is killed, the troops of the Central Empire of Shengming will immediately become a mess.

"If you want to harm Your Highness, you must first ask whether we agree or not."

Murong Yefeng and the deputy pavilion master were like two pillars of light, soaring into the sky almost at the same time, each using a holy technique to collide with the demonic handprints made by Shi Qianjue.

"Boom."

Two demonic handprints were torn apart, and Murong Yefeng and the deputy pavilion master rushed forward at the same time, one formed a palm print and the other took a fingerprint, and attacked Shi Qianjue.

"You two are still far apart."

Shi Qianjue snorted coldly, and two torrents of demonic energy that were hundreds of miles long flew out from his eyes, slashing towards Murong Yefeng and the deputy pavilion master.

"Add to me, it should be enough?"
Chapter completed!