similar effect to the story of Tian Ji's Horse Racing and discover something unexpected.Jiang Wenming looked solemn, meeting Long Ye's gaze without backing down."Well said, this is the true spirit of...Shortly after the Kappa disappeared, Sakura Kinomoto, who had been hiding to the side, suddenly let out a scream. Cracks appeared on her body, and then she shattered like porcelain, piece by piece.

Battle ended!

The Xia Kingdom suddenly erupted in a deafening roar of cheers.

On the other hand, in Cherry Blossom Country, everyone is deeply saddened and wears a look of sorrow.

The sea disappeared, the waterspout stopped, revealing Zhu Bajie's towering figure. Before Chiang Wenming could speak, he saw his body stagger.

Then, with a deafening thud, the body quickly began to recover its original size.

"The Heavenly Marshal Tianpeng."

Jiang Wenming was startled and immediately ran over to check.

The cheers of the audience in the Hua Xia Empire abruptly ceased, and one by one, they stretched their necks to see what had happened.

Didn't they win

How could Tianpeng Marshal fall

Jiang Wenming rushed to Zhu Bajie's side in one breath, but saw his face ashen and pale, looking like a skeleton.

"How could this be"

When Chiang Wenming saw him like this, he only felt his heart being tugged hard as if by an invisible hand.

"I'm so hungry!"

Pigsy let out a faint sound.

The Great Empire of China hadn't offered incense to them for too long. Having already been far from his prime, and now weakened by the excessive use of his power earlier, Pig Eight Precepts was almost at his wit's end.

Although the fight just now seemed effortless, in reality, he was struggling to keep going. If he hadn't been afraid of giving away his true condition, he would have probably fallen long ago.

Now that the Oni has been slain, he can finally hold on no longer.

Jiang Wenming's eyes were red, he turned his head towards Huaxia and roared: "Food, offerings, quickly!"

Sitting on the head chef's table, Li Jianguo immediately turned to the chefs who had already been prepared and shouted, "What are you waiting for Bring all the food here."

This moment, it's more than just the people in the audience.

Even those watching the broadcasts on screens were getting busy.

An altar for offerings is found in every household, so it's not a hassle to set up.

From fine wine and delicacies to fruits and snacks.

Everything was placed on the table, and I silently recited the name of Tianpeng Marshal in my heart.

Soon, offerings of food appeared on the Mythical Arena.

Jiang Wenming ran over quickly, grabbing and carrying a pile of food to Pig Eight戒's side.

Pigsy forced himself to perk up, took a piece of fruit and started chewing it loudly.

Host Bobby stood aside, watching silently, making no attempt to stop it.

As a god, he naturally knew the predicament of the Chinese gods.

For nearly a century, there have been no offerings of incense. One by one, they had to seal themselves off, reducing the loss of divine power.

To be honest, if it were a different deity, they would have already unleashed divine punishment upon the world.

But the Chinese gods did not do so.

They would rather confine themselves than harm the people of China.

To other deities, the almost humiliating offering was eaten with relish by Pigsy.

Soon, the food on the ground was swept clean by Zhu Bajie. Although he didn't recover much strength, at least he wouldn't faint.

"Alright, kid. Old Zhu has finished what I promised. Now it's up to you. All the deities of China are in a state of self-sealing. If they aren't offered the power of faith, they'll be hard to awaken."

Pigsy finished speaking, stood up from the ground, dusted off his buttocks, casually hoisted his nine-tooth rake onto his shoulder, and sauntered away.

For some reason, looking at Zhu Bajie's desolate figure, Chiang Wenming only felt a blur before his eyes.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.

This is the god of China. Even if their human race has forgotten them, they are still willing to step forward in times of crisis.

Welcome back, the Heavenly Marshal Tianpeng!

Jiang Wenming rushed toward Zhu Bajie's back, bowing deeply, and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Welcome back the Tianpeng Marshal!

At this moment, within the territory of Huaxia, people of all ages and genders bowed respectfully to Zhu Bajie's retreating figure.

Pigsy's figure vanished, and within the Huaxia Pantheon of Ten Thousand Gods, a new statue and shrine appeared.

After a long time, everyone stood up.

Li Jian Guo turned to his secretary and said, "Send the order down. Within the borders of Huaxia, the incense at the Temple of Ten Thousand Gods must not be interrupted for 24 hours a day. At least once a week, there must be offerings and sacrifices."

"Yes!"

The secretary also came back to her senses from the shock just now, hurriedly nodded in agreement, and with a flash of her figure, disappeared from the spot.

"I await the posterity, unfilial…unfilial…"

As soon as Li Jian Guo thought of Zhu Bajie's appearance just now, his eyes immediately turned red.

Even the Emperor would not starve his soldiers, but they...

As deities of China, they have fallen to the point where they rely on self-proclaimed positions just to survive.

This time I got lucky and won, but what about next time

Shall we summon a host of gods, who have been cut off from their incense for a hundred years, to fight for them

If this were the gods of other countries, they would have already sent divine punishment.

But they have never brought charges against China.

As soon as he thought of this, Li Jian Guo felt a tightness in his chest.

【Third match, please send representatives from both sides. 】

At this moment, the host BoBi's voice rang out, pulling everyone's thoughts back.

Jiang Wenming was just about to speak when Long Ye pressed him down with his hand.

"You've done enough, now it's our turn."

"I can still..."

"Hua Xia belongs to everyone, not just one person. With your talent, you will surely be the one to carry the banner in the future. Now, let us old folks shelter you from the wind and rain once more."

Before Chiang Wenming could finish his words, he was interrupted by Longye.

His talent is obvious to all, and as long as he is given some time, in the future he will be able to stand alone and become China's new war god.

But now, he's still too young. He can't rely on luck forever, can he

It's not always possible to summon powerful deities like Tianpeng Yuan marshal, nor can all gods and goddesses confront enemies with such frail bodies.

Having already won two games, they only need one more victory to secure their success. There is no need to take such a big risk now.

"Lao Long, I'll take this one. You stay here and cheer me on. I have a feeling that Sakura Empire will send out Okita Souji."

Xue Jiaxiang said in a serious tone.

Okamoto no Masamune, the first master of Sakura Empire, holds a position similar to Ryuno in China.

The awakened primordial deity is Susano-o, possessing immense destructive power. Even among numerous empires, it would rank within the top ten.

In this era where the God King does not appear, this is the ceiling of combat power.

Ryono's tutelary deity is Nezha, the Third Prince. Although very powerful, if he were to face off against Suzuno Mamanosuke, the outcome would likely be uncertain.

If they lose, it would be a disaster for China.

They cannot gamble.

"Lao Xue, you…"

Longye looked at Xue Jiagang, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

Even he wasn't sure he could defeat Okamoto, how could Xue Jiaxiang be a match for him

He was planning to use his own life as a wager in a chariot race, allowing Longye to avoid the other side.

"Needless to say, my mind is made up. Lao Long, we are soldiers, everything for Hua Xia."

Xue Jiaxiang smiled and patted Longye on the shoulder, then turned his head to look at Jiang Wenming.

"You're quite good, kid. Too bad my daughter is still young, or else... hahaha..."

Xue Jiagang smiled very freely, then strode onto the stage, and shouted towards the direction of Sakura Empire: "Hua Xia Xue Jiagang, Ogawa Kintaro, dare you fight me!"he shikigami of Abe no Seimei's contract. When their master, Abe no Seimei, dies, they will also die."Please, Lord Seimei, come with us to our death. The Sakura Nation cannot afford to keep fighting l...