Zhong Shan's voice was drowned in the roar of ancestor Xuemei.

However, it resounded throughout the whole world in another place.

In the Yangjian, there is the Holy Court of Da'ao, the Heavenly Court of Lingxiao, and the Hall of Eternal Life, above the court hall.

"King Zichen, five cities in the south have been lost. The great immortal of the imperial dynasty killed our generals, leaving all the dragons without a leader. Now countless soldiers are guarding the fortress of Wushuang City. Please support the senior generals. Senior generals are urgently needed!" an official shouted immediately.

At this time, another guard rushed into the Changsheng Palace!

"Informing King Zichen, the Taiji Holy Court has sent envoys to recruit surrender. Wait outside the palace!" the guard reported.

"Go away, kill the envoys who surrendered at the Nantian Gate, and tell the world that I, Da'ao, will live forever!" Zichen Wang Shui Wuhen shouted.

"Yes!" The guard retreated.

In the court hall, there was suddenly a lot of discussion, reports of defeat, and enemies on all sides. Reports of defeat came every day.

Shui Wuhen looked at Lin Xiao and Shui Jing.

"General, Prime Minister, look!" Shui Wuhen said anxiously.

"The attack is fierce, there are too many enemy troops, various senior generals are attacked and killed by strong men, the situation is not good. Very bad!" Lin Xiao looked bitter.

Shui Jing shook his feather fan and sighed slightly: "At this moment, all the dynasties are using their masters to continuously destroy senior generals and encroach on our territory. It's difficult, there are too many enemies!"

Other officials in the court were also distracted, chatting constantly and filled with worries.

Most of Shui Wuhen's hair is now gray. For a cultivator, this is impossible, but long-term anxiety has made Shui Wuhen look so depressed.

"The Holy King handed over Great Ao to me. I must not throw it away. I will defend it for the Holy King until the end!" Shui Wuhen said.

At this moment, suddenly, outside the Hall of Eternal Life, the infinite luck and infinite merits in the sky suddenly began to boil, boiling like the roar of boiling water.

"Ang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

"Ang~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

The sea of ​​​​lucky clouds suddenly resounded with two dragon roars that shook the sky, as if they were extremely happy.

Just when everyone was extremely surprised, an extremely familiar voice rushed into everyone's ears.

"The people of the world in Da'ei listen to the order. I am Zhongshan. In addition to facing the enemy soldiers, the people of the world raise your right hands and lend me immeasurable strength!"

The sonorous and powerful voice impacted everyone's ears and hearts.

Not only the Lingxiao Heavenly Court, but also the entire Da'ei world, the land of the original China, no matter where the people of Da'ei were, they suddenly heard the sound of Zhongshan.

"The voice of the Holy King!" Shui Wuhen was the first to react.

"Did you hear it? It's the voice of the Holy King, the Holy King, the Holy King!" Shui Wuhen roared at all the officials in the court. As he roared, tears of excitement filled his eyes.

"Holy King!"

"Long live the Holy King! Long live the Holy King!"

"The Holy King will enjoy immortal blessings forever, and his life span will be as long as the heavens!"

People excitedly shouted out various honorifics.

For a moment, everyone in Lingxiao Heavenly Court suddenly knelt down except for the guards.

In all the major cities in Da'ao, except for the soldiers who were guarding the enemy, almost everyone suddenly knelt down in excitement.

The Holy King? The Holy King’s voice, the Holy King’s return?

Countless worships and countless cheers spread throughout the world.

"Raise your right hand!"

"Raise your right hand!"

"Raise your right hand~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

All over the world, people raised their right hands and shouted!
Chapter completed!