Conferred Gods: Master Tongtian is my master

"boom!!!"

With a dull thud, Wen Zhong's body swayed as if he was hit by a huge rock, and he involuntarily took several steps back.

"puff!!!"

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wen Zhong stabilized his body and looked down at his chest. He saw an obvious dent there, which clearly showed that the blow was not light.

Wen Zhong looked up at the source of the flowing light, and saw a figure slowly walking out of the void, emitting a faint light.

This person is the pharmacist! The appearance of the pharmacist shocked everyone present.

"Thank you sir for saving my life!"

When Yuan Zhiqing saw the person coming, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. He hurriedly bowed and bowed respectfully.

The pharmacist nodded slightly, his eyes lingered on Yuan Zhiqing for a moment, then turned to Wen Zhong, with a barely perceptible smile, and said lightly:

"Master Wen, I am here to show my respect!"

Wen Zhong frowned and stared at the person in front of him. This person's cultivation was definitely much higher than his, otherwise, he would not have injured him with one blow!

"Who are you?" Wen Zhong asked in a deep voice, with a hint of unquestionable majesty in his voice.

He tried to find some clues from the other party's words, but the other party just smiled slightly, and that smile was full of confidence and calmness.

The pharmacist's eyes were as deep as the water in an ancient well, as if he could see into people's hearts. He nodded slightly and said softly:

"It doesn't matter who I am. You just need to remember that I am the one who captured you."

His voice was calm and confident, as if he had everything under control.

Wen Zhong was shocked. He didn't expect the other party to state his intentions so directly.

He clenched his fists, trying to find a flaw in the opponent, but the powerful aura emanating from the pharmacist made it difficult for him to start.

The pharmacist mobilized all the spiritual power in his body, and a powerful force instantly burst out from his body, attacking Wen Zhong like a storm.

Wen Zhong's expression changed as he felt the terrifying power contained in the pharmacist's attack.

He did not dare to be careless at all and immediately activated his spiritual power to prepare for the pharmacist's attack.

However, the pharmacist's attack speed was extremely fast, and he reached Wen Zhong almost in an instant.

Wen Zhong could only barely raise the male and female golden dragon whips in his hands, trying to resist the pharmacist's attack.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, Wen Zhong's golden whip and the pharmacist's attack collided fiercely, bursting out with dazzling light and strong vibrations.

Wen Zhong only felt a huge force coming from the pharmacist's attack, which instantly knocked him away from the black unicorn.

He fell heavily to the ground, a trace of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth. He struggled to stand up and looked in the direction of the pharmacist.

The pharmacist was standing there, calm and composed, as if the attack just now was just a trivial matter to him.

However, the pharmacist could only injure Wen Zhong but not kill him.

It was because Wen Zhong was the Grand Master of the Shang Dynasty and enjoyed the good fortune of the Shang Dynasty. If he was killed, the consequences would be something that the pharmacist could not bear.

A complex emotion flashed across the pharmacist's eyes. He looked at Wen Zhong and said coldly:

"I won't kill you, but I don't know whether Yuan Futong and the others will kill you or not!"

When Wen Zhong heard this, his face changed. Although he was angry, he also understood his current situation.

He clenched his fists, trying to find a flaw in the pharmacist, but the powerful aura emanating from the pharmacist made it difficult for him to start.

At this moment, the pharmacist suddenly activated all the spiritual power in his body, and a powerful force instantly burst out from his body.

He stretched out his palm and grabbed Wen Zhong. His palm seemed to turn into an invisible chain, binding Wen Zhong tightly.

Wen Zhong struggled to break free, but the pharmacist's spiritual power surged like a tide, holding him firmly in place.

He felt as if his body was being pulled by an invisible force and he could not move.

"Ha! How dare you!!!"

A thunderous rebuke echoed over the battlefield, containing endless majesty and anger.

Wen Zhong and Pharmacist were both attracted by the sudden sound. They looked across the smoke-filled battlefield and towards the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a figure riding a white tiger appear out of thin air. He was wearing a green robe and had a transcendent temperament, like a banished immortal.

When he saw the man's face clearly, the despair in Wen Zhong's heart was instantly replaced by joy, and he shouted excitedly:

"Big Brother, save me!!!"

The voice was full of desire and anticipation.

That’s right, the person who came was Luo Shu who hurried over from Yufu Mountain.

After Luo Shu selected the task assigned by the system, he immediately mounted his mount, the White Tiger, and rushed to the coast of the North Sea as quickly as possible to help Wen Zhong suppress the rebellion.

Unexpectedly, he saw the scene in front of him as soon as he arrived. At this moment, he saw Wen Zhong trapped in the hands of the pharmacist, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.

Luo Shu rode on the white tiger, his eyes as sharp as torches, staring directly at the pharmacist's cold and arrogant face.

The anger in his heart burned like a raging fire, and the sword in his hand flashed coldly in the sunlight.

When the pharmacist saw this, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but he did not retreat. Instead, he mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and prepared to meet Luo Shu's attack.

"Which Western disciple are you? You dare to hurt my fellow apprentice. I will make you pay the price today!"

Luo Shu's voice was cold and firm. The Flying Golden Sword in his hand had already been unsheathed, flashing with a cold light.

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist was startled. He didn't understand why the visitor knew that he was a disciple from the West.

However, when he heard that the visitor was Wen Zhong's senior brother, he estimated that his strength was only slightly higher than Wen Zhong's, so he did not take Luo Shu seriously.

The pharmacist smiled and said calmly:

"Whether I am a Western disciple or not has nothing to do with you. Since you are Wen Zhong's senior brother, I will capture you even if it is difficult for me!"

Hearing this, Luo Shu took a deep breath, gathered all his spiritual power into the sword, and swung it fiercely.

This sword, like a meteor streaking through the night sky, attacked the pharmacist with endless power.

Upon seeing this, the pharmacist hurriedly formed seals with his hands, and a powerful spiritual power gushed out from his palms, colliding fiercely with Luo Shu's sword energy.

"boom!!!"

With a loud bang, sword energy and spiritual power exploded in the air, forming a dazzling light.

The surrounding soldiers were forced to retreat again and again by the powerful shock wave, and the entire battlefield was shaken.

Luo Shu rode on a white tiger, his body was as stable as a mountain. His eyes were cold and there was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

The pharmacist was knocked back several steps by the powerful recoil force. He steadied himself and looked at Luo Shu in shock.

The pharmacist looked at Luo Shu solemnly, his voice revealing incredible surprise:

"Who are you? How dare you reach the level of a Golden Immortal?"

Luo Shu sneered and responded:

"Humph! I'm not like you, hiding my true identity and not daring to reveal my origin. Listen carefully, I am Luo Shu, the disciple of the Jiejiao Golden Spirit Mother!"

Upon hearing this, the pharmacist frowned and muttered to himself:

"The third generation disciples of Jiejiao have such achievements? How can we, the second generation disciples of the West, feel? The Eastern world is really not comparable to the Western world!"

Although his voice was low, the shock and unwillingness in it were self-evident.

The pharmacist took a deep breath, calmed down his inner shock and unwillingness, raised his head, looked at Luo Shu firmly, and said in a deep voice:

"Luo Shu, the people of the North Sea are now suffering from illness and misery. This is not a natural disaster, but the result of the inaction of the Shang Dynasty. The current Shang King has long lost the support of the people and is extremely cruel and incompetent!"

The pharmacist's voice echoed over the battlefield, and every word hit the hearts of everyone present like a hammer. The surrounding soldiers began to whisper and talk.

Luo Shu listened to the pharmacist's chatter, confusing right and wrong, and twisting the facts. He shouted coldly and said loudly:

"Bullshit!!! You, a Western disciple, are really shameless, confusing right and wrong and twisting the facts!"

The pharmacist was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected Luo Shu to refute him so directly. But he quickly regained his composure and continued:

"Yuan Futong and the other 72 princes did not rebel without a purpose. Their uprising was out of deep sympathy and concern for the common people!"

"How can they not feel pain when they see the people living in dire straits under tyranny and struggling for their livelihood every day?"

"Their purpose is to save these innocent people and strive for a fair and clear living environment for them."

As soon as the pharmacist finished speaking, Luo Shu shouted angrily:

"You are full of lies. Everyone in the Shang Dynasty knows that the current King of Shang is a wise ruler. The people have no worries about food and clothing and live and work in peace and contentment!"

"The people in the North Sea live in such misery, all thanks to these princes. Exploitation and oppression are endless. Now they are fighting against businessmen in the name of serving the people. It's really shameful!"

The two people's voices intertwined above the battlefield, forming a sharp contrast.

"You don't have to talk about morality here. When I act, I only care about right and wrong, not cause and effect. Today, you hurt my junior brother, so I want justice!"

Before he finished speaking, Luo Shu swung his sword again. The sword energy was as sharp as a rainbow, and went straight towards the pharmacist.

Upon seeing this, the pharmacist stopped talking nonsense, moved his body, turned into a shadow, and quickly faced Luo Shu's attack.

The two figures intertwined on the battlefield, sword energy was crisscrossed, spiritual power was surging, and every collision made a deafening noise, shaking the entire battlefield.

The surrounding soldiers were shocked by this powerful force and retreated one after another, fearing that they would be affected.

However, in the face of absolute strength, everything is nothing.

Although the pharmacist also showed considerable strength, he was defeated in the end.

He was staggering and his face was pale, obviously having suffered serious injuries.

Seeing Luo Shu approaching with a sword in his hand and murderous intent in his eyes, the pharmacist couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in his heart.

He spoke hastily, trying to save his life:

"Nephew Luoshu, I am the disciple of the Western Saint Zhunti. I came to help Yuan Futong this time on the orders of my master. For the sake of my master, please let me go back!"

There was a hint of pleading and helplessness in the pharmacist's words, but Luo Shu remained unmoved.