"God of Hongmeng?"
"What nonsense is this?"
"Has Yang Xiao gone mad?"
The crowd was in an uproar.
Belief in Divine Spirits had existed since ancient times. Shaolin believed in Buddha. Wudang believed in the True Martial Emperor. Huashan believed in Ancestor San Qing. But everyone knew deep down that Divine Spirits simply didn't exist. Even if they did, they wouldn't concern themselves with mortals. Throughout history, no one had ever seen a real Divine Spirit.
"How can Divine Spirits drive away the Yuan soldiers?"
With a scornful look in his eyes, the Huashan Sect Master, Xian Yutong, mocked, "Yang Xiao, you can't possibly be telling us that the God of Hongmeng will manifest and then swat the Yuan soldiers to death with a slap, can you?"
"The God of Hongmeng is a Divine Spirit, with vast Divine Skills and boundless mana. Why would He need to make an appearance? Maybe He'll just send divine punishment raining down, striking the Yuan soldiers dead. Haha!"
"Makes sense!"
