"So, National Master Hou is unwilling to serve our Great Yu?"

Hou Yuxiao already harbored thoughts of retreat, and upon hearing Jiang Tianming's slightly threatening tone, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, and a trace of displeasure appeared on his face.

Jiang Tianming's strength seemed to be greater than his own, but considering the current situation, whether the Holy Lands of the world recognized him as the Great Emperor was still uncertain. Now, even if Jiang Tianming took over Great Yu, what could he do?

Great Yu, had no soldiers to use!

Facing Shenzhou's Holy Lands next, would be a million demons.

No matter how strong Jiang Tianming was, how many demons could he withstand?

Threatening him seemed overly confident.

"To serve Great Yu, what status do you hold, daring to impersonate Wuzong, claiming to be Great Yu, we are all ministers of Wuzong, how can we let a common rogue disgrace our former lord!"

Zhao Yulong suddenly spoke, directing these words at Jiang Tianming. Originally intending to answer Jiang Tianming's inquiry, Hou Yuxiao suddenly froze, then realized something, and an odd expression appeared on his face.

"Indeed, the holy name of Wuzong cannot be sullied by a rogue!"

"You, even being a Saint yourself, why disgrace our former lord?"

"The former lord has been dead for a thousand years, where is Wuzong in the world."

"We ask you, please report your name honestly!"

...

As expected, hearing other Saints also speaking up, Hou Yuxiao immediately felt a sense of absurdity in his heart.

After Zhao Yulong finished speaking, he immediately understood what it meant.

This was intending not to acknowledge Jiang Tianming.

The other Saints following and saying these words clearly meant they had quickly reached a consensus with Zhao Yulong, all intending not to acknowledge Jiang Tianming.

Indeed, not acknowledging Jiang Tianming was the best solution at the moment, without any equals.

By not acknowledging him, this restored Great Yu did not exist, and the label of treasonous rebellion on them was gone too. The most crucial point was that in the current world, the rulers of these Holy Lands almost held the highest power of discourse. If they didn't recognize, then truly no one would.

When they had just retaken the capital, the people of the world would recognize Jiang Yuyun mainly because these Holy Lands recognized, as they needed a restored Great Yu to be a thorn in the heartland of Great Jin, sharing the pressure for them.

But now it was different, with a million demons emerging, everyone had to resist them, including Great Jin. Who cared whether your Great Yu was restored or not, even if Wuzong revived, it didn't matter, they didn't recognize!

This move was truly brilliant.

Jiang Tianming clearly realized everyone's intentions too, his face turned considerably sour, and he turned to look at Sikong Xingzhou, about to speak, but before he could open his mouth, Sikong Xingzhou spoke first.

"Wuzong died over a thousand years ago, impersonating him is indeed unwise!"

Even Sikong Xingzhou, who collaborated with him, did not recognize him.

Hou Yuxiao's face changed dramatically, watching those Saints maintain a composed demeanor of indifference, then glanced at Jiang Tianming's somewhat bewildered expression, he was overwhelmed by a chill in his heart.

These people were truly cunning!

Forced death, how convenient.

What did this count as?

Jiang Tianming was resurrected, yet not resurrected?

With this, even Jiang Tianming was confused.

He stood there hesitating for over ten breaths, seeing demons beginning to break free, he seemed to realize that he didn't have much time left, then turned to stare at Sikong Xingzhou and said coldly: "Sikong Yue, are you going to collude with this group of usurpers too?"

Hou Yuxiao furrowed his brow; when he emerged from the ancient tree earlier, he had noticed Jiang Tianming referring to Sikong Xingzhou as Sikong Yue. He didn't think much of it the first time, but now that he said it again, it seemed wrong.

Not just him, all the other Saints noticed it too, all casting puzzled glances.

Sikong Xingzhou didn't respond at all; he seemed disinclined to pay heed to Jiang Tianming, just turned around to look at Hou Yuxiao, or rather, at Zhantai Wuyuan behind him.

"Wuyuan, come back with me!"

Seeing Zhantai Wuyuan walk forward without hesitation, Hou Yuxiao's expression tightened, immediately reaching out to grab him.

"Young man, after all, I spoke so much to you in the ancient tree, and still you don't believe?"

Clearly, there was a flicker of hesitation on Zhantai Wuyuan's face, but that hesitation only lasted for one or two breaths before vanishing. He turned angrily to glare at Hou Yuxiao, demanding: "Stop spouting nonsense here, my aunt's kindness to me is as profound as the mountains, how could I doubt her because of your mere words, let go of me!"

Seeing the trace of hesitation on Zhantai Wuyuan's face, Hou Yuxiao realized that his explanation after breaking through in the ancient tree space had worked, immediate joy flashed in his eyes, but upon hearing what Zhantai Wuyuan said, he remembered something, hesitated for a moment, then released his hand, letting Zhantai Wuyuan proceed.

Hou Yuxiao looked gloomily at Sikong Xingzhou, who happened to be looking back at him too. Sikong Xingzhou's eyes were calm, seemingly carrying a trace of indifference. It was this trace of indifference that Hou Yuxiao caught from a distance, leaving him momentarily stunned.

This indifference...

Hou Yuxiao's expression froze abruptly, then suddenly raised his hand to point at Sikong Xingzhou, saying in a low voice: "You are... Sikong Yue!"

All the Saints' expressions changed upon hearing Hou Yuxiao's words.

Sikong Xingzhou was Sikong Yue?

What did this mean!

At this moment, Hou Yuxiao's Mind and Spirit were both shaken, and many matters that had remained unclear in his mind until now suddenly found their answers.