"Until Daxia becomes a forbidden zone for gods, until the nation's gates are hung with the heads of gods!"
"Everyone, we will ultimately win! And we must win!"
"There is no need for us to belittle ourselves. What is a Winter Temple? By that time, everyone in Daxia will be a god, and even Zeus, the King of Gods, will have to halt outside our national gates!"
A long silence followed.
"That's right!" Elder Jin spoke up. "Don't think too much, just fight and be done with it!"
Mo Buzhi, dressed in a scholar's robe, also said, "With Daxia's glorious five thousand years of history, how could we perish in our generation!"
"To ensure our race does not perish, we must fight! Fight until no one dares to fight!"
"Confucius said: 'Without trust, a man cannot stand!' Since some refuse to listen to reason, we will beat them until they cannot stand!"
Wang Hu, the Blood Fiend, clenched his fists as well, saying in a deep voice, "Our ancestors are watching us! What is there to fear? To hell with the Winter Temple!"
Zhang Feng, the Sword God, smiled. "Daxia is vast, and the national gates are wide. The one hundred and thirty-six god heads from the Ocean Temple are not enough to fill them."
"I wonder if hanging the heads of the Winter Temple will be enough."
His sword hummed like a dragon's roar!
Chapter 503