Zhou Mingxuan was speechless.
Ci Hai reached out to summon the Purple Gold Alms Bowl, looking at the sparse cracks on its surface, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes.
"There's no escape!"
"The Demoness' Qi power is superficial, and she lacks the charisma of the legendary foremost below Divine Transformation, undoubtedly she is severely injured."
"For such a Great Demon to dare enter, Wutai Mountain cannot allow him to rampage across the Buddha Land!"
"And then there's Luo Chen..."
Zhou Mingxuan hesitated and said, "If we gather experts to encircle and kill Qing Shuang, perhaps it's possible. But Luo Chen once contended fiercely with the Demoness, what if he intervenes?"
"Hmph!"
Ci Hai snorted coldly, "This is the West Desert, not the Eastern Wasteland! It's not his place to act arrogantly. If he truly conspires with the Demoness, don't blame me for inviting the high monks of the Hanging Temple to descend the mountain."
