Shortly after Umibozu disappeared, Sakuramoto Sakura, who had been hiding aside, suddenly let out a scream, and cracks appeared on her body, and then it shattered inch by inch like porcelain.
The battle is over!
Huaxia Kingdom suddenly let out deafening cheers.
On the other hand, in Sakura Country, it is like mourning a concubine, with a sad face.
The sea water disappeared and the waterspout stopped, revealing Zhu Bajie's majestic body. Before Jiang Wenming could open his mouth, he saw his body stagger.
Then he collapsed to the ground, and his body began to quickly return to its original size.
"Marshal Canopy."
Jiang Wenming was shocked and quickly ran over to check.
The cheers of the Chinese Empire audience suddenly stopped, and everyone stretched their necks to see what was going on.
Didn't they win?
How could Marshal Tianpeng fall?
Jiang Wenming ran to Zhu Bajie in one breath, only to see that his face was extremely pale and his whole body was like a withered bone.
"how so?"
Seeing his appearance, Jiang Wenming felt as if his heart had been violently tugged.
"So hungry!"
Zhu Bajie made a weak sound.
The Chinese Empire has not offered incense to them for too long, and their strength is already at a loss. Coupled with the excessive consumption just now, Zhu Bajie is almost exhausted at this time.
The battle just now seemed easy, but in fact, he had been holding on. If he hadn't been afraid that the other party would see his weakness, he would have fallen down long ago.
Now that Lord Umibo was beheaded, he finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Jiang Wenming's eyes were red, he turned his head and shouted in the direction of Huaxia: "Food, offerings, quick!"
When Li Jianguo, who was sitting on the main stage, heard this, he immediately turned around and shouted to the chefs who had already prepared: "What are you still waiting for? Bring all the food."
At this moment, it’s not just the people in the audience.
Even the citizens who were broadcasting it on the screen were busy.
Every household has a table for worship, so it is not troublesome to worship.
From fine wine and delicacies to fruits and snacks.
They were all placed on the table and silently recited the name of Marshal Tianpeng.
Soon, offerings of food appeared on the mythical arena.
Jiang Wenming quickly ran over and came to Zhu Bajie with a bunch of food in his arms.
Zhu Bajie reluctantly cheered up, took a piece of fruit, put it in his mouth, and started chewing it.
The host Bobby stood aside and watched the scene quietly without making a sound to stop it.
As a god, he naturally knows the plight of the Chinese gods.
In the past hundred years, there has been no incense offering, and everyone has to seal themselves up to reduce the loss of divine power.
To be honest, if it were any other god, he would have already sent down the divine punishment of annihilation.
But the Chinese gods did not do this.
They would rather proclaim themselves than harm people in China.
In the eyes of other gods, the offering was almost humiliating, but Zhu Bajie ate it with relish.
Soon, all the food on the ground was cleared away by Zhu Bajie. Although he did not regain much strength, at least he was not exhausted.
"Okay, kid, what I promised you, old pig, has been completed. Now it's up to you. The Chinese gods are all self-proclaimed. Without the power of worship, it may be difficult to awaken them."
After Zhu Bajie finished speaking, he stood up from the ground, patted the dust on his butt, casually put the nine-tooth rake on his shoulder, and left casually.
Somehow, looking at Zhu Bajie's bleak back, Jiang Wenming felt that his vision was blurry.
Tears flowed down uncontrollably.
These are the gods of China. Even if humans have forgotten them, they are still willing to stand up in times of crisis.
"Congratulations to Marshal Tianpeng for his return!"
Jiang Wenming faced Zhu Bajie's back, bowed to the end, and shouted with his loudest voice.
"Congratulations to Marshal Tianpeng for his return!"
At this moment, everyone in China, men, women, old and young, bowed and saluted Zhu Bajie's back.
Zhu Bajie's figure disappeared, and another statue and throne appeared in the Chinese Pantheon.
After a long time, everyone stood up one after another.
Li Jianguo turned his head and said to the secretary beside him: "Pass this order, in China, the incense in the Pantheon must not be interrupted 24 hours a day, and sacrifices must be made at least once a week."
"yes!"
The secretary also recovered from the shock just now, nodded in agreement, and disappeared in a flash.
"We are waiting for future generations to be unfilial, but...actually..."
Li Jianguo's eyes suddenly turned red when he thought of Zhu Bajie's appearance just now.
Even the emperor has no shortage of hungry soldiers, and they...
As gods of China, they were reduced to relying on themselves to survive.
I won by luck this time, but what about next time?
Are they going to summon a group of gods who have cut off their incense for hundreds of years to fight for them?
If it were the gods of other countries, they would probably have punished him long ago.
But they never punished China.
Li Jianguo felt his chest tightening when he thought of this.
[For the third game, both sides are asked to send representatives. 】
At this time, host Bobby's voice sounded, pulling everyone back from their thoughts.
Jiang Wenming was about to speak, but was held down by Long Ye.
"You've done enough, now it's our turn."
"I can still..."
"China belongs to everyone, not just you. You have such talent, and you will be indispensable to carry the banner in the future. Now, let us old guys protect you from the wind and rain again."
Before Jiang Wenming finished speaking, he was interrupted by Long Ye.
His talent is obvious to all. As long as he is given some time, he will definitely be able to stand alone in the future and become China's new God of War.
But now, he is still too young, he can't always rely on luck, right?
Not every time a great god like Marshal Tianpeng can be summoned, and not all gods can fight against the enemy with a weak body.
Now that they have won two games, they only need to win one more. There is no need to take such a big risk.
"Old Long, I'll be the one to take part in this battle. You can stay and hold on to the battle. I feel like the Sakura Empire will send Jiro Okamoto to appear."
Xue Jiaxiang said solemnly.
Okamoto Jiro, the top master of the Sakura Empire, has the same status as Tatsuno in China.
The awakened natal god is Susanoo, whose destructive power is extremely powerful. Even among many empires, it can be ranked in the top ten.
In this era where God-Kings do not emerge, this is the ceiling of combat power.
Tatsuno's natal deity is Nezha Third Prince. Although he is also very strong, Jiang Wenming is not sure what his opponent's state is. If he is also in a weak stage, it may be difficult to predict the outcome against Sano Sano in his prime.
If they lose, it will definitely be a disaster for China.
They can't gamble.
"Old Xue, you..."
Long Ye looked at Xue Jiaxiang, with a hint of sadness in his eyes.
Even he was not sure how to deal with Jiro Okamoto, so how could Xue Jiaxiang be his opponent.
He planned to risk his own life to engage in Tian Ji's horse racing and let Long Ye avoid the opponent.
"No need to say more, I have made up my mind, Lao Long, we are soldiers, everything is for China."
Xue Jiaxiang smiled and patted Long Ye on the shoulder, then turned to look at Jiang Wenming.
"You're a very good boy, but it's a pity that my daughter is still young, otherwise... hahaha..."
Xue Jiaxiang smiled very freely, then strode onto the ring and shouted in the direction of Sakura Empire: "Xue Jiaxiang of China, Jiro Okamoto, do you dare to fight me!"
