C512 Go kill them

Go kill them all

"Thank you, Sacred Master." Wen Zhong got up.

When the sage realm cultivators from the Western Wasteland, Southern Wasteland, and Northern Wasteland saw Wen Zhong's sudden appearance, they immediately frowned. They didn't feel Wen Zhong's appearance with their current strength, so they didn't act in a hurry.

Wen Zhong was only half a step into the semi-sage realm, so this meant nothing to the group of sage realm cultivators. Wen Zhong was only half a step into the quasi-sage realm, so this was nothing to the group of sage realm cultivators.

"Who are you?" A sage realm cultivator frowned as he looked at Wen Zhong and asked.

"Wen Zhong." Wen Zhong spat out two words and said his name.

"Wen Zhong?"

When the crowd of sage realm cultivators heard Wen Zhong's name, they couldn't help but furrow their brows. After pondering for a long time, they confirmed that they had never heard of his name before.

"Where are you from?" That Saint Realm cultivator asked again.

"Chinese Holy Court." He did not hide anything from her.

"Chinese Holy Court?"

Those Saints, Quasi-Saints, and Hollow Saints frowned once again. Naturally, they had never heard of the so-called Chinese Holy Court before.

At the same time, Wei Yuanmao did not stop after summoning Wen Zhong. He continued to summon him, and only summoned one Wen Zhong.

If there really was a war and they had been fighting for a long time, they might be the ones to lose in the end.

"System, summon." There was still one last chance to summon it, so Wei Yuanmao continued to do so.

"Ding!"

"Received Host's command!"

"Begin summoning."

"Summoning!"

"Summon complete."

"Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Summoner: God of Fortune."

"Note: The God of Fortune is from the 'Great World of Journey to the West'. Cultivation: Fourth-rank Saint."

"Summoning character is about to arrive. Host, please prepare yourself."

Hearing the system's voice, Wei Yuanmao's eyes immediately opened wide, his face revealing a look of joy, speaking of the God of Fortune, most probably everyone would know, but, the God of Fortune's name, was something that most people did not know, the God of Fortune's name was Zhao Gongming.

And who was Zhao Gongming? He was the head disciple of the school, the number one disciple under High Priestess, one could see just how powerful High Priestess was, and as the number one disciple under High Priestess, his strength could not be underestimated.

Before Zhao Gongming had become the God of Fortune, during the Conferred God Battle, he could be said to be invincible throughout the world. Even if Lu Pingshu had met Zhao Gongming, he wouldn't be willing to fight Zhao Gongming.

In fact, he was the last Golden Crow after the heavens and earth. He was the Demon Emperor and the tenth son of Di Jun.

From this, it could be seen how powerful Zhao Gongming was.

In the end, if it wasn't for all the powerful cultivators playing tricks, Zhao Gongming would definitely not have died at the hands of Daoist Lu Ya.

Once he finished, Wei Yuanmao looked coldly at the group of Saints, Quasi-Saints and Nihility Saints as he said: "One last chance, are you going to leave or not?"

At that moment, Wei Yuanmao was no longer afraid of them. Quasi-Saints and Nihility Saints, since Zhao Gongming had already come out, he would be there soon, and at that time, with Zhao Gongming's strength, he would be able to force them to retreat.

"So what if we don't retreat? What can you do to us?" The Saint Realm cultivator was still thinking about what kind of power the Chinese Holy Court was, but after hearing Wei Yuanmao's words, the Saint Realm cultivator was immediately dissatisfied.

Although there was an extra half a step into the semi-sage realm cultivator on Wei Yuanmao's side, with their group of saints, quasi-sages, and Nihility Sage Stage cultivators, they still had the confidence to defeat Wei Yuanmao. At most, they would only waste some time by destroying him.

"Not retreat?" Wei Yuanmao squinted his eyes, "If you do not retreat, this Saint will not go easy on you. You saints, quasi-sages, Nihility Sage Stage cultivators, you have to leave a part of it behind." Wei Yuanmao's expression was cold and disdainful as he smiled.

"With just you?" That Saint Realm cultivator also had a look of disdain.

"That's right, it's all because of us." Wei Yuanmao replied indifferently.

"Very well, then make your move. We would quite like to see how you would use that to repel us." The Saint Realm cultivator said contemptuously.

"Humph!" Wei Yuanmao snorted, and then shouted loudly: "Zhao Gongming, if you don't come out now, when will you?"

still knew the position of the God of Fortune, the God of Heaven in the Heavenly Court, and his disciple in the Heavenly Court, was not low in the Heavenly Court.

This was not solely because Zhao Gongming was a disciple of the High Priestess, but because Zhao Gongming was also extremely powerful. Although Zhao Gongming had not made any moves since Zhao Gongming had entered the Heavenly Court to take his position, this did not mean that Zhao Gongming was weak. Zhao Gongming's strength was obvious to everyone during the Conferred God Stage.

Red Cloud Grandmaster squinted his eyes slightly. Looking at the reaction of the Southern Goblin Emperor, he knew that this Zhao Gongming was probably not from a simple background and was not weak either.

It was just that, Red Cloud Grandmaster died too early in The Great World, so Red Cloud Grandmaster did not know Zhao Gongming was such a person.

"Who is Zhao Gongming?" The Red Cloud Grandmaster suddenly transmitted a message to the Ancient Emperor of the South Pole.

"The God of Fortune of the Heavenly Court, the disciple of the High Priestess." Seeing this, the Emperor of the South Pole hurriedly replied.

"High Priestess?" He naturally knew of the High Priestess, one of the six great sages of the The Great World. If he had not been killed on the way by Di Jun, Styx, Kun Peng and the Eastern Emperor, the seventh sage of the The Great World would have definitely been him.

As Wei Yuanmao's voice fell, a person dressed in the God of Fortune's attire swiftly appeared in the sky. The aura that erupted from his body was shockingly that of a fourth grade saint, who else could it be if not Zhao Gongming.

Seeing Zhao Gongming's appearance, the faces of the saints, quasi-sages and Nihility Saints from the Western Wasteland, Southern Wasteland, and Northern Wasteland all changed.

"Fourth grade saint?"

"How is this possible?"

Looking at the aura being emitted from Zhao Gongming's body, the various sages, quasi-sages and Hollow Saints revealed looks of disbelief.

After the Four Wastelands Continent's powerful Saints left, a Fourth Rank Sage would definitely be the strongest power in the four wastelands.

"Zhao Gongming greets Saint Lord." Zhao Gongming stepped down from the sky, and cupped his fists and greeted Wei Yuanmao.

"Zhao Gongming doesn't need to be so courteous." Wei Yuanmao nodded slightly.

"Thank you, Sacred Master." Zhao Gongming stood up.

"Zhao Gongming, go kill them." Wei Yuanmao instructed.