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Chapter 118: Chapter 94 Where Did the Temple God Divinity Go, Is He a Thief? [Seeking Monthly Ticket]

”Two Temple Gods?”

”How could there be the presence of two Temple Gods?!”

In front of the City Lordʼs Mansion, the four confronting individuals all fell into a brief shock.

None of them spoke, their eyes flashing beneath their masks.

The Temple Godʼs presence rising in the distance was mixed with surging and terrifying blood energy, while the presence of the Temple God inside the City Lordʼs Mansion seemed purer, with rampant interweaving waves of Divinity, carrying a strong pressure of rank.

It should be said that both presences of the Temple Gods had a strong pressure of rank.

However, the erupting Temple Godʼs presence in the distance seemed to have merged with the extremely volatile blood energy that only a Martial Artist possessed.

It was like an invincible Tyrannosaurus, stretching its body, its bones and muscles resounding in unison, roaring towards heaven and earth.

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Spirit Infant Master narrowed his eyes, ”Didnʼt Cao Guang say... that only one Temple God was to be worshipped? How come thereʼs another presence of a Temple God appearing?”

”A city worshipping two temples? Taking the Temple Gods for a fool?”

If Fei Lei City had two Temple Gods...

It would be too dangerous!

This was not in line with the planned expectations!

Li Qingshan was also extremely astonished, gripping the Ram Horn Hammer, his brows furrowed into a ”川” under the cat-faced mask.

The situation had changed.

He was starting to hesitate whether to run away or not.

Two Temple Gods... he was afraid he might be beaten to death, right?

Especially considering Cao Guangʼs plan for the Thousand Buddha Carving Banquet even hoped to elevate Fei Lei Cityʼs Ten Capitals Mysterious Temple to the Nine Luminaries Level.

That would be a Divinity of the Nine Luminaries Level...

If not in full strength, he might not be able to defeat it.

Add to that another Temple God that unexpectedly appeared, completely outside of the plan...

Li Qingshanʼs forepaws had already begun to exert force, ready to make a getaway.

The experts of the Corpse God Sect with the large-nosed and large-eyed masks also planned to retreat.

The Spirit Infant Master had even turned around, holding up the hem of his big red robe, a small figure, toddling off as if planning to slip away.

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Inside the City Lordʼs Mansion.

The thick scent of blood intertwined, within a huge and boundless secret chamber.

Cao Guang knelt in the center, wearing a white robe, with disheveled hair. The ground was engraved with wood patterns, flowing with crimson blood, surrounded by numerous Spirit Infant Wood Carvings in various poses.

These wood carvings all came from the craftsmanship of Fei Lei Cityʼs wood carving masters.

It was only after Cao Guang spent a great deal of money that these Wood Carvers took on the work.

But Cao Guangʼs money... was not so easy to take, was it?

Cao Guang abruptly clapped his hands together, chanting words from the ”Three-eyed Wrathful True Lord Foundation Technique,” which seemed more like some esoteric incantation.

It was more like a kind of sacrificial speech.

His face was devout and respectful, as if offering up his soul, presenting his faith, all for the exchange of power, to obtain transformation.

At the same time.

The entire Fei Lei City, all the Wood Carvers who had carved for the Thousand Buddha Carving Banquet, suddenly felt their minds buzz, losing all willpower as if they had seen a deity, their beliefs stripped away.

They walked out of their homes like zombies, unwittingly kneeling on the rain-washed bluestone ground, arms spread wide, in utmost devotion.

Streams of Divinity, like slender snakes, wriggled out from the bodies of these Wood Carvers, twisting and turning, like rivers flowing into the sea, quickly slithering towards the direction of the City Lordʼs Mansion.

Inside the City Lordʼs Mansion.

Cao Qingyuanʼs hair stood on end; he retreated several steps, standing outside the room, not daring to set foot inside for even a moment.

But his heart was somewhat fanatical— the power of the Temple God...

This was an opportunity for his Divine Base Cultivation to break through to the Middle Realm.

If he relied on his own cultivation, he didnʼt know how long he would need to accumulate, or if there was even any hope in this lifetime.

To rely on the power of the Temple God was the simplest and most direct method.