The crowd fell into a dead silence.
Also in this silence.
Zhang Fusheng felt the piercing killing intent, yet his smile grew wider,
He calmly spoke:
"Since you all cultivate the Path of Saints, since you all inherit the Celestial Positions of the seventy-two saints... then, when you see me, why not bow with respect?"
The light voice spread out,
Approaching the level of Sub-Saint, the elderly man holding the Restored Saint Celestial Position raised his eyebrows,
He beckoned, and the majestic Path of Saints above became even more intense,
The vast and gloomy Netherworld, under the illumination of the Path of Saints, surprisingly showed signs of transforming into a Confucian Holy Land!
The inverted world pressed lower like a tiger, as the Buzhou Celestial Pillar sank into the mud.
Yet, Zhang Fusheng's smile did not diminish in the slightest.
The more the Path of Saints flourishes, the more it enhances himself...
