My eight sisters are the only ones who dote on me, and they are all crazy about supporting their you

The chief priest frowned slightly and looked at Wang Xiaoke's soul.

"You are just a wisp of soul. It seems that your real body is not here."

The Blood Demon sneered: "No wonder you didn't show up earlier, it turns out you're not at home."

"In that case, there will definitely be a surprise when you come back."

"Who knows... your family... may gather at my Blood Demon Banner."

The protectors and divine guards sneered continuously, as they had the upper hand at the moment.

Wang Xiaoke stood with a sword in his hand, his feet on the void, bathing in the moonlight.

It seems as if it is covered with a layer of light, appearing half real and half virtual.

A pair of sapphire blue eyes, showing no sign of hiding murderous intent.

The divine guards felt a slight tremor in their hearts and could not help but feel a chill on their backs.

Facing a powerful enemy, this fellow remained calm and composed, showing indeed some pride.

The chief priest sneered, and the evil spirit behind him condensed into a ghost face.

"How can you, with just one clone of yours, be an enemy of this old man?"

Wang Xiaoke appeared calm on the surface, but he felt a little powerless inside.

This strand of his soul was sealed in ancient jade when he was half a step into the Nascent Soul stage.

Its strength is only 20% of what it was back then.

It is obviously impossible for one person to sweep across the Divine Court.

"Who said there was only one person?"

A vague voice was heard, as cold as a frozen pond.

The Blood Demon's eyebrows jumped: "Is that the voice of the White Witch?"

The sword light cut through the darkness of Panlong Mountain, and human figures flew to the top of the mountain.

"Master President, it looks like you are in a lot of trouble."

The woman was dressed in white as white as snow, with a frosty expression. She came to Wang Xiaoke's side in an instant.

She looked no more than thirty.

There is a flow of cold air around my body, which is endless and intricate.

"Sister Bai Ming, didn't you...go abroad?"

Bai Ming coughed awkwardly and quickly changed the subject.

"President, we are facing a powerful enemy. Why don't we reminisce later?"

"Don't talk nonsense, you are the president!"

Wang Xiaoke held his forehead with his hand. He didn't even need to guess, Bai Ming was definitely trying to trick him.

Gu Li and Lu Chuan followed closely behind, bringing with them the association's top leaders.

"Hello, President!"

"Hello, President!"

The association members bowed respectfully, and some of them were meeting the new president for the first time.

In the previous competition, Wang Xiaoke suppressed the Shenting so much that they couldn't even raise their heads.

A while ago, we solved the great disaster of Tiansha.

Everyone has heard of him and is naturally curious about him.

"Four of the seven guardians of the Divine Court have arrived."

"There are dozens of Divine Guards, nearly a hundred members."

Bai Ming glanced at the group of people in black robes and a smile appeared on his face.

"All the best troops are out. What a big move."

"You dare to step into China, aren't you afraid of losing everything?"

The purple-robed old man sneered and glanced at Bai Ming with his hands behind his back.

"Bai Ming, tsk... worthy of being the disciple chosen by Han Daoren."

"You are truly gifted and have caught up with me."

Bai Ming narrowed his eyes and recognized his identity.

"Wei Wuqing... fell into the devil's way and slaughtered more than 3,000 mortals."

"Later, he fled overseas with Mu Hualong to avoid being hunted down by the association."

"How come your crooked ways weren't taken away by the Heavenly Dao?"

"What a blessing."

She gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, her smile cold as ice.

"Haha, Kyoto is really lively today."

Another voice full of vicissitudes came faintly from a distance.

"A few of us old guys came over to join in the fun."

Six figures flew from the sky and stood beside Wang Xiaoke.

They were dressed in old Taoist robes and were all hermit worshippers of the Mohist school.

The second priest among them had also dealt with Wang Xiaoke.

The fact that all six of them had the Golden Core cultivation level was obviously a great help.

"Old Ghost Fan, why are you here?"

Bai Ming couldn't help smacking his lips. These old guys had long since retired from the world.

He usually never goes out of the house and stays in the Mohist school to practice in seclusion.

Why did they come in droves to help this time?

The chief priest shook his head and smiled, looking somewhat like an immortal.

"I was entrusted by Mo."

"You disturbed us so late at night. I was really anxious."