Jiang Qi had evidently listened to the clamor of the entire Wudou, and under his absolute inspection, he could clearly see crowds upon crowds surging towards his Martial God Temple.
Faced with such rebellious behavior, Jiang Qi was not angry but burst into a wanton laughter.
To his eyes, these people were no different from those clamoring towards a guillotine.
"How utterly overconfident," sneered Jiang Qi. "Do you truly believe that this woman's ascension to the Martial God Realm would allow you to drag me down from the altar? Just as the customs that have arisen in Wudou in recent years are abhorrent, you unite to seek death. There's no need for me to dig you out of the gutter one by one anymore, die together!" said Jiang Qi.
How could Jiang Qi not be clear about who was struggling at this moment? It must be people like Qin Hefang, those who hid their souls within the Nuwa God End, using those evilly possessed as hosts to spread the dregs of culture in this Martial Artist City.
