Eagle-eyed!

This person is a teacher. When they were illuminated by Wuzhiqi's fire eyes, a phantom of a deity instantly appeared behind them.

"Raccoon dog!"

After seeing the appearance of that deity, Chiang Wenming frowned.

He doesn't remember any gods like this in Chinese history. Could he be a wild god?

"Boy, since you have gained the recognition of the Demon Emperor, let me see if you are qualified to be the spokesperson for the demon clan in the human world."

A cruel and bloodthirsty look appeared on Wuzhiqi's face.

"How do I prove it?"

Jiang Wenming was startled. He didn't expect Wu Zhikqi to say that.

"Didn't you say that a foreign evil god was invading? Now I lend you my power, go and kill him with your own hands, prove yourself not just a talkative waste."

Without any hesitation, his words clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Everyone stared at each other, wondering what was going on.

"What kind of deity is this? They even need their divine followers to commit murder?"

"Must we face trials to awaken high-quality deities?"

What do they mean by "foreign evil gods"? Why are they all looking at Mr. Wang?

..."

The crowd was abuzz with chatter, yet Jiang Wenming felt a tremor in his heart.

He understood what Wu Zhiqi meant. He thought that the deity behind that teacher was an alien evil god.

But, how is that possible?

But he's a teacher at the school!

"Dare you or not?"

Wu Zhiqi's lips curled into a sneer.

"Is what the Water God said true?"

Jiang Wenming looked at Wu Zhichi with a serious expression.

"Are you questioning me?"

Wuzhiqi's eyes flashed with ferocity, clearly angered.

"No."

Jiang Wenming was pressed by the murderous aura emanating from it, gasping for breath. He hurriedly lowered his head.

"That was not the God of Xia, though it moved with its own hand."

Without any extra expression, he simply explained his situation.

"Great!"

After receiving a definitive answer, Chiang Wenming slowly raised his head, bowed to Wuzhiqi, and strode out.

In the square.

Li Siyuan and Longye's eyes fell on Mr. Wang, and for a moment they were at a loss.

This is their Huaxia teacher, a person who knows the roots and the bottom. How could he awaken to the evil god of a foreign race?

"Is there some kind of misunderstanding here?"

The principal's forehead was covered in cold sweat.

One was his subordinate, the other a rising hope of China. He didn't want either to die.

especially to be branded with the name of a foreign evil god, isn't that saying the other party is a spy?

Could it be that the subordinates he painstakingly cultivated were spies?

If it's a misunderstanding, that's fine, but if it's true, then even suicide wouldn't be enough to appease the public anger.

A spy becoming a teacher, this consequence is too severe, it's not something that just one principal can bear.

Not only him, but even Li Siyuan and Longye both had solemn expressions, at a loss as to who to believe for a moment.

After all, the mythical system is too lacking, and they don't know whether the deity behind Master Wang belongs to China.

"The only way to prove your identity is through the Mythical Coliseum, but the opportunity to actively open the Coliseum happens only once a year. We…"

Li Siyuan hesitated a little.

Ryono understood his meaning. Whether the other party was a spy or not, it was impossible for them to open the Mythical Arena for him. Not only was the opportunity precious, but Jiang Wenming had just awakened; they couldn't take the risk.

So this battle can only take place privately.

"What do you mean? Do you suspect me of being a spy? Although I, Wang Weiguo, may not be gifted intellectually, these years at school I have worked diligently for the country and its people. Even in death, I would never bear the stigma of being a spy."

Wang Weiguo, seeing everyone staring at him with scrutinizing eyes, suddenly flared up in anger and questioned them sharply.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Wenming walked slowly out of the gate of Creation, his eyes fixed on him.

"Jiang Wenming, although you are a genius, this is not your capital to slander me. If you were to test me and kill me, I have nothing to say, dying for the country is honorable. But if you want me to bear the name of a spy and die, I can't do it!"

Wang Weiguo walked towards Jiang Wenming while speaking, looking as if he were about to confront him.

However, just when he was less than five meters away from Jiang Wenming, his expression suddenly turned ferocious.

With my blood, unleash the Mythical Stage!

As his voice echoed, a golden light suddenly struck Jiang Wenming.

The Sakura Empire challenged the Xia Dynasty to a mythical arena battle. The initiator was Sounishi Kan and the designated person was Jiang Wenming.

A mighty voice boomed through the heavens, instantly echoing across the entire continent of Shen'en.

"Damn it, what did you do!"

The closest of the two, Long Ye and Li Si Yuan, immediately rushed towards the source of the voice as soon as they heard it, but it was clearly too late.

They never expected that Wang Teacher, who was still full of righteousness just a second ago, would not only suddenly attack but also have the qualifications to open the Mythical Arena.

"Hahaha... a bunch of fools. I planned to deal with you in a few days, but I didn't expect you to be so lucky, awakening the Red Deity. Unfortunately, you met me. It wasn't for nothing that I lurked here for over ten years."

A mere newly awakened divine favored one laughed maniacally as he was dragged into the mythical arena by the mad king. Death was nothing but a matter of time for him.

"So you're from the Sakura Empire, no wonder you were able to infiltrate for so long."

Jiang Wenming sighed with emotion.

The mythological system of the Sakura Empire originated from that of the Hua Xia Empire. It's no wonder it took so long for people to discover it.

After all, their deities once appeared in Chinese mythology, although they were only some minor characters.

"Hahaha… Now you know it's too late. You are destined to be killed here, and the Hua Xia Empire is destined to belong to us, the Sakura Nation."

The loose canine was delighted, because they had planned to make a move against China this year anyway, and hadn't expected such a pleasant surprise before taking action.

Shouldn't the cherry blossoms be blooming back in your hometown now?

Jiang Wenming suddenly asked.

"Cherry blossoms bloom in March, and now it's October. How are you? Are you dumbfounded? Don't you even know this basic fact?"

A hound scoffed disdainfully.

"That's great, it won't affect our trip to watch the cherry blossoms in Xi'an next year."

Jiang Wenming suddenly grinned.

If the other party were to attack him privately, perhaps he wouldn't be a match. But the other party chose the Mythical Arena instead, using a battle between deities to decide the victor.

It's truly a calamity brought upon oneself, not by fate. One reaps what one sows!

"Damn you, even at death's door you still dare to talk back."

The Shiba Inu, hearing this, became furious.

"A pack of ungrateful, traitorous animals, who gave you the courage to come to China and run amok? Do you really think your so-called deities are anything? I'll show you today that in front of the Chinese gods, your so-called gods aren't even worthy of tying their shoes."

Jiang Wenming's expression was icy, like eternal frost. His voice dripped with contempt and disdain.

When the dog saw Chiang Wenming's expression, it felt a strange sense of fear in its heart.

"Hmph, a sharp-tongued brat. When the divine war begins, I'll personally chop off your head, rip out your tongue, and offer it to the gods."

"Heh, you got the guts?"

Jiang Wenming let out a cold snort.

Just at that moment, a magnificent coliseum materialized in mid-air. Jiang Wenming and Song Yi's bodies, as if drawn by some unseen force, were sucked into it.