Chapter Forty-Six: I Want It, I Want It Now

The world of martial arts was in turmoil, and the world was in flux.

Dalin Temple merely recalled all its disciples from outside and sent messages to various Sects claiming that a Demon Head had descended, inviting them to subdue the demon together.

Many scoffed at this.

Secretly, they regarded Dalin Temple as heretical, accusing it of collusion with the Demon Sect and the North Barbarians.

However, most were focused on Jiang Ming's movements. Wherever he went, numerous people spied on him. From the south to the north, countless martial artists rushed to Dalin Temple, ready to witness a battle of the ages.

Jiang Ming, however, was in no rush; he strolled leisurely, eating and drinking, enjoying the beautiful scenery, and appreciating the local customs, truly at ease.

By a pool, Jiang Ming sat crossed-legged, emanating a chill from his body that quickly froze the pool, then mist filled the air, raindrops formed, and heavy rain fell, creating a perfect cycle.