The Three Sides Gather

Just then, Shang Zhen realized that this was his only chance to escape. However, having witnessed Liu Qingqing's battle, he guessed that the two women and the man were all Spirit Transformation experts. If he didn't find a way to hold them off, he would be caught up as soon as he escaped, and his fate would only be more miserable.

In a flash, his thoughts raced, and a brilliant idea struck him. Without hesitation, Shang Zhen moved swiftly and struck out with both palms at Chai Wanyang, who was hiding behind Murong Wu.

"Don't even think about it!"

Murong Wu changed his fighting style without hesitation, disregarding his own safety, and did everything he could to protect Chai Wanyang.

With a clash of fists and palms, Shang Zhen's body jolted, and he used the force to retreat, laughing as he quickly fled. Murong Wu, distracted by this, was powerless to stop the black energy and was instantly permeated by it.

"No!"

Murong Qing immediately recalled the image of the Barbarian Hu chieftain being possessed by the evil god statue, and her heart sank into a panic.

Si Ming frowned, put two fingers together, and used the Heart Devil Secret Sword to help Murong Wu resist the invasion of the evil god.

However, Murong Wu only trembled uncontrollably for a moment when he was touched by the black energy, and then returned to normal without any abnormal changes in his body.

Murong Qing rushed forward to check on them, asking with concern, "Are you alright? Do you feel unwell anywhere?"

Murong Wu closed his eyes and circulated his qi to sense his surroundings, then hesitated and said, "Uh, it seems to be sealed inside my body. It seems my constitution has a restraining effect on it."

After examining Murong Wu's physical condition, Si Ming confirmed, "It seems that's true. That guy called Witch Ancestor is begging for mercy inside his body."

Murong Qing immediately unleashed his Sword Intent, saying, "I'll force him out!"

Si Ming quickly stopped him, saying, "Since the other party can't do anything to Little Wu, why not keep it inside his body and let Little Wu refine it slowly? This way, he can increase his cultivation and even have a chance to break through to the Spirit Transformation. This could be considered a kind of fortuitous encounter."

Murong Qing asked, "Won't there be any danger?"

Si Ming reassured him, "Don't worry, I'll be watching over things, nothing will happen."

Murong Qing a sigh of relief, then raised her eyebrows, her killing intent palpable. "That guy actually dared to frame my brother, he won't be spared! Don't think he can escape like this!"

"... I've brought the person back."

Liu Qingqing arrived on the wind, carrying a desperate-looking Shang Zhen in her hand.

Murong Qing snorted, and a Sword-Ray light extended from her fingertips, about to finish off her opponent with One Sword.

At this moment, Chai Wanyang spoke up, "Please, sister, don't kill him now. After all, he is my father's eldest disciple. I want to hand him over to my father for punishment. Of course, I guarantee he won't have a good end. My father is not a soft-hearted person."

Murong Qing stopped pointing her sword, turned to look at her younger brother, and asked, "What do you say?"

Murong Wu said, "Since I'm still alive and well, there's no need to kill anyone to vent my anger. Let's leave it to the young princess."

Murong Qing nodded slightly, but then added, "He may be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment. He should be given a light punishment to prevent him from finding a chance to escape."

Immediately, he pointed his sword repeatedly, severing Shang Zhen's tendons in his hands and feet. Then, he struck Shang Zhen's Dantian with a palm strike, crippling his Cultivation Body. Shang Zhen screamed in agony, his eyes becoming dull and lifeless, completely losing any thought of resistance.

Si Ming had no interest in dealing with this man, and casually said, "Take him back first, then ask the Mu Family Army to send a group of men to escort him to see King of Zhou. Next, we need to prepare for war seriously. I am very much looking forward to seeing the magnificence of the Heavenly Lion King."

Chapter 887 A Tripartite Gathering

The earth trembled restlessly, as if some terrifying force was brewing. Even the air was filled with a suffocating heaviness. The animals near Gourd Valley had already fled in terror, and the armies of the Barbarian Hu and the Li State had also dispersed. After all, what was to come would not be a matter of who had more people.

Many martial artists, however, arrived upon hearing the news. They weren't after the Juntian Divine Sword, but rather wanted to witness the earth-shattering battle that was about to unfold. After all, the Juntian Divine Sword belonged to a specific owner and could only be activated by someone of royal blood. It would be useless to others if they took it. Otherwise, no matter how dangerous the situation, there would still be some people willing to "seek wealth and honor in danger" and risk everything.

Everyone in the martial arts world believes that whoever gets the Juntian Divine Sword will determine the fate of the nation. The Grand Tutor of the Li State and the Barbarian King will definitely appear, and the duel between the two Void Returning Great Grandmaster will be the ultimate showdown in the Sea Continent. For martial artists, this battle is no less important than the World Cup final in the eyes of football fans. Missing it would be a lifelong regret.

Of course, they were at least self-aware enough to know that in battles of this level, those who were not at the Spirit Transformation didn't even have the right to watch from a distance. If they rashly went forward, they could easily be caught in the residual force and lose their lives. Therefore, they only watched from afar and dared not approach.

"Why hasn't anyone come from either side? Could we have gotten the time wrong?"

Just as someone couldn't help but complain, a sudden gust of cold wind arose, and a pitch-black cloud drifted above the gourd's mouth, remaining still. Then, several figures descended from the cloud with immense pressure, causing the earth to tremble the moment they landed. The weaker martial artists immediately fell to the ground.

"When a divine object is born, there will always be extraordinary phenomena. Judging from this commotion, it's not hard to understand why this object is called a national treasure."

The speaker was dressed in black, tall and imposing, with a calm and composed expression like a towering mountain. His nose was high and his lips were distinct, displaying extraordinary determination and decisiveness. This man was none other than the Barbarian King, Chidahu.

Accompanying the Barbarian King were the Silver Wolf King Meng En, the Vulture King Boyan, the Eagle King Burigude, the Scorpion King Morigen, the Butterfly King Saihan, and the leader of the Witchcraft Sect, Wanyan Guo. Among them, Wanyan Guo's aura was slightly weaker than the other five, obviously because his injuries had not yet healed.

"Grand Preceptor, I've always had a question: why would such an unparalleled divine weapon recognize a specific bloodline in the mortal world as its master, and why can only be activated by a direct descendant? This is just like the fairy maidens in Huaxia stories who willingly marry mortals. Aren't these just the fantasies of Huaxia scholars?"

Chidahu was called "Barbarian King," but his appearance was not barbaric at all. Especially compared with the rugged-looking men around him, he appeared more refined and handsome, like a scholar. The most striking feature was his skin color.

Including the Colorful Butterfly King Saihan, these barbarian generals all had bronze skin, but Chidahu's skin was fair, as if carved from white jade. Just like the Huaxia scholar he described, his body curves were completely different from the chiseled style of the barbarian generals. Saihan, who was more like a woman, even surpassed him in terms of the fineness of his skin.

Dressed in black with fair skin, the stark contrast and soft curves give off a sense of returning to simplicity, imbuing Chidahu with an eerie charm that, far from inspiring contempt, actually chills the heart of any observer.

Wanyan Huang coughed twice and slowly said, "It is said that this Juntian Divine Sword came from a foreign Otherworld Domain and happened to fall into the courtyard of the founding emperor of the Li State. For some unknown reason, the sword 'Artifact Spirit was damaged. The founding emperor of the Li State then used his own blood to nourish and repair it, thus gaining the Artifact Spirit's recognition. The two parties thus formed a contract."

"According to you, if we slaughter all the royal bloodline of the Li State, making the divine sword ownerless once again, then even unrelated people can wield this sword."

"Theoretically, that's true."

"No wonder the Imperial Advisor advised me to spare that boy. If he lives, others who obtain the divine sword will be unable to wield it; at best, it will be a powerful weapon. On the contrary, it will only create a formidable enemy."

"Indeed, we had similar considerations at the time, but unfortunately, we have nurtured a tiger that will become a threat, adding hidden dangers to the Great Qian. This is my fault, and I beg Your Majesty to punish me." Wanyan Huang bowed and pleaded guilty.

Chidahu waved his hand and said, "I personally agreed to this matter in the first place, so how can I blame you? Besides, it's true that raising tigers can be harmful, but whose tiger is the real problem is still uncertain."

Wanyan Huang saw the expectant smile on Chidahu's lips and a thought suddenly occurred to him: Could this all be the Barbarian King's arrangement, something he had been planning for years, all for this day...?

Sensing that Wanyan Huang's heartbeat was quickening and his Qi and Blood circulation was accelerating, as if his injuries were about to escalate, Chidahu stretched out his palm and sent a stream of Primal Qi to him from a distance. This Primal Qi was like spring rain nourishing all things, gentle and mild, and quickly suppressed Wanyan Huang's internal injuries. At the same time, it also nourished his physical body, so that he no longer felt soreness and pain.

This seemingly ordinary matter stirred up a tidal wave in Wanyan Huang's heart, because he knew very well that the martial arts of the Barbarian Race were based on killing and were driven by their own ferocity, so they could become stronger with each battle, and each fierce battle would greatly improve their cultivation.

People in the martial arts world call the Primal Qi cultivated by the Barbarian Race "Vicious Qi," which is not an intentional slander. From a practical point of view, this Primal Qi is indeed ferocious, and the barbarians also think this name is quite brave, so they simply accept it.