"It's Miss Xuan'er!"
"Miss Xuan'er is right! As the proud Hua Clan, how can we bow down to these foreign tribes!"
"If Mr. Xue were here, he would definitely not let this band of rogues be so rampant!"
The words of Tang Xuan'er were like a spark that instantly ignited the blood within everyone's hearts, and the cultivators of Beijiang began to gather toward Yunmeng Lake.
Moreover, her words were broadcast throughout the entire country via television and the internet.
Instantly, across the Divine Land, lights began to shine!
Countless cultivators started flying toward Beijiang.
Facing all this, Gong Wujian, leading the deities, stood midair and glanced down at Tang Xuan'er with a sneer.
"So many years have passed, yet you Hua Clan remain so stubbornly deluded? Well then, since you refuse to submit, you might as well all die!"
With those words, Gong Wujian raised his hand and unleashed a palm strike.
