Every time Chiang Wenming recited a verse, the statue came to life a little more.

When the Mowan Daoist finally awoke, the entire platform emitted a buzzing sound like thunder.

"Mosquitoes, so many mosquitoes! He couldn't possibly be summoning a monster mosquito to fight, could he?"

"Jiang Shen is clueless, facing Asura he summoned a mosquito spirit? What's the point?"

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe Jiangshen is playing a game like the story of Ju Que and his horse race, using a weaker player to exchange for the opponent's main force."

"Makes sense!"

“…”

The audience stands at the Indian side.

"Hahaha... I'm dying of laughter! I thought he was so impressive, summoning a mosquito god? No wonder he wrote so many names, they're all just mediocre characters."

"Asura God has eight arms, you know? If we just slapped him to death, wouldn't that be too anticlimactic?"

“Isn't swatting a mosquito just like slapping it dead? Every extra slap is an insult to yourself.”

"...."

In the ring.

Mo Dao Ren's gaze gradually became lively. He lowered his head to glance at his own body, then turned his head to look at Jiang Wenming.

"Were you summoned by me?"

"It is I, the junior."

Jiang Wenming kept a very low profile.

Anything less than excellent won't do!

This beast is notorious in the prehistoric era for its cruelty. While others kill at the drop of a hat, he wipes out entire clans without provocation.

He was incredibly powerful and his skills were mysterious and unpredictable. He excelled at ambushes, and especially with that set of teeth, there wasn't anything he couldn't chew through.

"This outfit is too ugly, it doesn't match my image. Go back and change it for me."

The Mosquito Daoist pointed at his image and said.

"??? "

It wasn't just Chiang Wenming; even the audience members in the stands looked confused after hearing this.

Big brother, are you here to fight, not on vacation?

What time is it? Do you still have the time to care about your appearance?

"Well, alright. When senior returns victorious, I shall build a temple dedicated to you according to your wishes."

Jiang Wenming forced a smile and tried to soothe.

"Triumph? Wasn't he your blood sacrifice?"

Mo Dao Ren pointed at the Asura standing opposite him, looking puzzled.

Jiang Wenming: ...

This is a tough one to respond to!

"Forget it, I'm hungry. I'm going to grab a bite. Remember to promise me what we talked about later."

Mo Dao Ren finished speaking and, without waiting for Jiang Wenming to react, disappeared from sight.

The next moment.

A horrifying scream echoed through the arena.

...the Asura God, who was originally blazing with fury, was enveloped in a layer of red light, and his body was gradually shrinking.

Less than ten seconds.

The screams abruptly ceased.

"I'm seven-tenths full, but this blood food has the stench of those bald donkeys on it, which affects my appetite. Next time, don't offer me this kind of blood food."

Mo Dao Ren's body reappeared, wiping his mouth with a satisfied expression.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

It took a dozen seconds.

The audience in the Chinese section erupted in a tsunami of cheers.

"Holy crap... Holy crap... Holy crap..."

"This is amazing! What kind of god is this? It's so powerful!"

"Seven points full, my goodness! So awesome!"

“I am guilty. I shouldn't have doubted Jiang Shen's vision. He truly is amazing.”

"Mosquito Daoist Great God, from now on I will be your most loyal disciple. No, I have to go home and set up an incense altar to worship you."

"Didn't you say Asura was very powerful? How come he disappeared all of a sudden?"

"Of course it's stronger, haven't you heard what the great Master Mosquito Dao said? Seven points full!"

“...”

Unlike the festive atmosphere here in Huaxia, similar to Chinese New Year, things are still a bit subdued over in Tianzhu.

"We summoned the Asura God, didn't we?"

"Green face, fangs, eight arms, you're right."

"He... how come he feels so weak? Wasn't he called the God of War?"

"This..."

The Asura God, whom they had high hopes for, didn't even last a single round before being instantly killed.

This made them begin to have some doubts about life.

But instead of thinking about how strong the Mo Dao Ren was, they wondered if they had summoned a fake.

"The Buddhist sect is too useless, calling themselves a War God but couldn't even last one round. This time, it's our turn, the Twelve Divine Generals, to deal with him."

In the audience section, some people from Tianzhu began to shout.

Although they belong to the same country, they have different beliefs. To these believers, faith comes first, and the country is second.

Now is an opportunity to showcase your sect, and no one wants to let this pass up.

The representative from India, hearing the shouts from below, was at a loss for words and didn't know what to do.

>On the other side.

After consuming the Asura, the Mosquito Daoist prepared to turn and leave.

"Senior, senior."

What else is there?

"Since you just said you were seven points full, and you look like you've come here to eat more, why not have two more bites?"

"Any more offerings?"

"Well, yeah, quite a bit. I'm just afraid you won't be able to finish it all."

Jiang Wenming, in order to win the divine war, went all out.

It's such a pity to let go of such a powerful figure. At the very least, we should show some hospitality as hosts, don't you think?

Table: Mythological Arena, Food: Dishes of the Hindu Gods

This way of thinking, it seems, isn't flawed.

"You're quite alright, you have a good heart. No wonder Dijun chose you as his heir."

Wen Dao Ren gave him a look that said, "You're pretty wise for your age."

"Senior, do you know Emperor Yaohuang? What does heir mean?"

When Chiang Wenming heard this, he was instantly excited.

Mo Dao Zu Shi's words carry a lot of information.

He knew he was related to the Emperor of Heaven,

He is very close friends with Emperor Jun.

The term "third heir" is not used casually, he knows some things he doesn't know.

"You don't know? Then how did the mark on your forehead come to be?"

The Mosquito Daoist looked at him with some surprise.

Jiang Wenming was just about to explain when he suddenly saw a deity summoned from the direction of Tianzhu. Holding a pitchfork, it charged towards Mosquito Taoist's head.

"Watch out?"

Before Chiang Wenming could finish his words, he saw Mo Dao Ren wave his hand, a red light engulfing the divine being.

Just one breath.

A shriveled corpse fell onto the ring.

"What did you just say?"

"Well, nothing much. We were just continuing what we were talking about earlier. Oh, right, my mark appeared after I found a golden feather. I have no idea what it does."

Jiang Wenming was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses from the shock just now.

This mosquito Taoist is incredibly strong!

The deity summoned from the celestial realm didn't even deserve to be looked at, being casually swatted away and eradicated.

Is he just too strong, or are the people from Tianzhu just too weak?

Jiang Wenming was a little unsure for a moment, feeling that this Mo Dao Ren before him seemed different from what he had read in the books.

"That's right, that feather belongs to the emperor Jun, and it is also a symbol of status. They were trapped in..."

Mo Dao Ren seemed to have said something, but Jiang Wenming couldn't hear a word.

Mo Dao Ren seemed to have noticed this as well, his brow furrowing slightly.

"Some people don't want me to reveal the truth, but there's one thing I have to remind you: bring back the gods as soon as possible, or else... Damn it, stop being so bothersome, won't let me say anything at all. Believe me, I'll tear down your temples!"

The Mosquito Daoist suddenly roared in fury.