Obsidian is located in the north, with fertile grasslands, but the population is not large.
But Silvio Reed is not dead, and the news that Trent Marsh is coming to find the treasure has already spread throughout the world!
Besides the group that dared to compete with Trent Marsh but died at the Sweat Blood Ridge, there are tens of thousands of martial artists who have co upon hearing the news.
Their strength is not particularly strong, motivated by curiosity, wanting to witness firsthand the events that will shape the martial arts world.
Of course, there are quite a few unparalleled masters among them.
These masters have co here with their family’s mission.
They are different from those who are fighting with their lives; regardless of who becos the lord of the world, these unmatched masters and their families are the ones sought after.
They have the ability and the advantage.
What they need to do is make the correct judgnt and align themselves precisely.
If they choose wrongly, it’s easy for their future to be ruined.
But if they choose correctly, they can soar and surpass families of the sa level.
These martial artists do not bother to risk their lives at Sweat Blood Ridge; what they need to do is drink tea and gather information here.
This spectacular event is destined to be talked about.
Phoenix Hotel is packed to the brim, even the area for drinking tea downstairs is full of people.
Many are sitting on the ground, listening to news from inside Sweat Blood Ridge.
"I’ll tell you, at that ti a ghostly figure appeared, as big as the sky here..."
"Don’t ss around, as big as the sky? You’re exaggerating, aren’t you?"
"I saw it with my own eyes, a ghostly figure as big as the sky appeared and was dispelled by Julius Reed with just one finger! And the swordsman beside him... You know, soone summoned God!"
"God?"
"Yes, God! They claid to be ssengers of God, and once God appeared, we were pressed to the ground, couldn’t breathe!"
"Oh my, and then Piran Wilson knocked God down just like that!"
The people in the hotel began to chat about the insights of the elites at Sweat Blood Ridge.
The stories of the few survivors continue to circulate among the crowd.
Including the gigantic ghost face and the people who summoned God!
The most talked-about was about God.
In recent years, martial artists have erged in the East; although so believe in God, they are ordinary people.
True martial artists do not believe in this.
So Western martial artists, upon hearing that God appeared, began to use the opportunity to promote Western martial arts extensively.
Many Western martial artists and so indecisive Eastern martial artists even began to worship God.
"Believe in God, gain eternal life!"
On the other side of the hotel, a gold statue of God is placed on a table.
A Western Grandmaster martial artist with blonde hair and blue eyes is preaching to the people around.
"God is the greatest deity in this world, the Creator!" He speaks with conviction, and his devout words make the people around him unable to resist and start bowing to God like him.
"God’s appearance, what does it an? It ans the world has changed, this world has fallen into sin, God has co to save them!" The foreigner points at the God behind him, saying excitedly, "This is just the beginning! Next, God will be present everywhere! Believe in the Lord..."
Crack!
At this mont, a crisp sound was heard.
The priest turned around, his face changed dramatically!
He pointed his finger angrily at a bald man: "You bastard, what did you do! You defiled God, you will be punished!"
As he finished speaking, the believers also stood up, their eyes filled with anger!
Previously, they didn’t believe in God because they felt there was no God.
But this ti, according to the survivors from Sweat Blood Ridge, God appeared!
And he was very powerful!
Making them short of breath!
Among them, naturally, so priests embellished the details to preach.
But the effect was good; many now believe in the existence of God.
Now, a bald man smashed the golden statue, their hearts were extrely angry!
"God?" Whitaker Dog chuckled, pointing at his face, revealing a mouth full of gold teeth, "Where is God? I smashed his golden statue! Where’s your God now! Co on, I’m here waiting, waiting for God to find !"
Bam!
Whitaker Dog slamd the table with force, cursing loud, "If you were worshiping the Jade Emperor, I wouldn’t say anything! Look at you Easterners, you can’t even speak English fluently, how will you communicate with God when you et him?"
"God is omnipotent! You vulgar lout! Faith knows no borders! God will communicate with in Chinese, and God has already shown his power, where is the Jade Emperor! Why haven’t I seen him!"
"Exactly! You don’t look like a good person, dared to desecrate God, wait till I teach you a lesson!"
A group of people surrounded Whitaker Dog, filled with hatred!
"How do you know the Jade Emperor hasn’t shown his power?" Whitaker Dog snorted, pointing at his own nose, "I am the Jade Emperor! I ca down to earth today to beat this so-called God!"
"Nonsense! How could the Jade Emperor be so rude like you!"
An Eastern martial artist trembles with anger, wishing he could tear Whitaker Dog apart!
"God can speak Chinese, but the Jade Emperor can’t curse?" Whitaker Dog chuckled, proudly saying, "Only the magistrate can set fire, but the common people can’t light lamps? Gods need to be down to earth too, don’t you agree!"
"Rude! Rude! Such people, simply unreasonable! Teach him a lesson!"
Soone trembled with rage.
"Damn it! I already said, I’m the Jade Emperor, today I descended with heavenly soldiers!" Whitaker Dog kicked over the table, shouting: "Where are the heavenly soldiers!"
"Here!"
A deafening sound was heard.
The crowd followed the sound and saw a group dressed like Black and White Impermanence, wearing mourning clothes, carrying spiritual banners, and carrying coffins walking over.
There were nearly a thousand people!
"Is this a funeral procession? What a grand show!"
"Looks like it! Look, dressed like Black and White Impermanence!"
Such a grand scene instantly attracted many people’s attention.
People pointed and discussed.
And those who were very angry froze when they saw this scene.
This is heavenly soldiers; if they were from the underworld, perhaps soone would believe it!
Whitaker Dog had no choice, after all, he ran a funeral business, so these clothes were convenient.
He led his minions, plus the masters Julius Reed brought, hurried over, not caring what heavenly soldiers wore.
"Playing tricks! You desecrate God, we won’t let you off!"
The priest pointed at those people, his eyes filled with anger: "God will punish you!"
"Damn it!"
Whitaker Dog stepped on the smashed golden statue of God, spat on the ground.
"How many soldiers does God have under him! I have soldiers now! Brothers, let these God believers taste the iron fist of the Jade Emperor! Let these bastards rember, the Jade Emperor is called Silvio Reed!"
Whack!
Whitaker Dog swung a slap, sending the priest sprawling to the ground!
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