The heretical side was furious as their bloodthirst soared to the sky. Each of them looked like an angry godfiend visiting the world.

“Just who is this person?”

“Come out and die already. How annoying! He actually dares to make such an announcement? Does he want our Third Hall’s prettiest, Bi Xianxian, too? This is him wishing to become enemies with all of the Third Hall!”

“Goddamn him! The most beautiful in our Seventh Hall is the Lord herself! Does this bastard want to capture Her Excellency and make her his concubine—”

“Pa! Pa!” This last disciple couldn’t finish his sentence before being slapped twice by Wan Xiangcen. His body spun several times in the air before falling and rolling on the ground.

Ji Feng’s words have undoubtedly slapped all ten halls from the Senluo Temple.

Alas, his might was as clear as day to everyone present. Despite his serious injuries, no one dared to do anything to him.

Nalan Xuezang grimly smiled: “If he has good ties with the pagoda, it means he is our enemy. Is his cultivation the same...