Wude burst into laughter, directly meeting the challenge.
Alone, he faced three Martial Artists from the Divine Communication Realm, choosing to clash head-on.
Huge fluctuations emanated from the area, as if several terrifying beasts were clashing in an epic battle there.
Wude's body gained more wounds, and he appeared somewhat bedraggled, but he remained composed, blocking the combined attack of three Divine Communication Realm powerhouses. On his body flitted an aura of demon nature, while in another spot, a Buddhist radiance shone brightly.
"A devout Buddhist Sect Disciple actually harboring a Demon Heart," exclaimed Meng Jinglei in shock.
"Haha, what a disciple of the Wu Xiang Divine Monk, nothing but a demon's brat. It seems that the so-called four odd ones are indeed nothing special. His disciples cultivate the Demon Path, and yet he turns a blind eye," sneered Meng Jingtong with contempt.