Jiu Li Tribe.
Chiyou, Xing Tian, and Maitreya stood together, contemplating the battle to come.
"Chief, it seems someone has come to assist the Xuanyuan Clan."
A tribesman quickly approached Chiyou and reported what he had seen.
Chiyou's brow furrowed slightly. He said nothing and looked toward Maitreya beside him.
Maitreya had an equally ominous feeling. He slowly said, "Something is amiss. With Xuandu and the others assisting the Xuanyuan Clan, they will surely be like a tiger with wings. In my opinion, we should withdraw for now."
Though he had coveted the position of Human Emperor's Sage Teacher for a long time, he also knew that this would not be easy.
Without Xuandu and the others' assistance, taking the position of Human Emperor would naturally have been as easy as reaching out for it against the Xuanyuan Clan alone.
But now, something was amiss.
After all, even the Human Sect had sent someone to help. How could the Interception Sect, where the Xuanyuan Clan's teacher, Duobao, belonged, possibly send no one?
"Withdraw?" Xing Tian immediately gave a mocking laugh. "Why withdraw? We'll simply fight!"
"That human race is weak. Back when our Witch Race fought the Demon Race, humans were nothing but the demons' fodder. Even though two Human Emperors have emerged one after another, neither Heavenly Emperor Fuxi nor Earthly Emperor Shennong has ever joined the battle. What is there to fear?"
"Chiyou, as a member of the Witch Race, could it be that you've forgotten our Witch Race's bloodthirsty nature?!"
Xing Tian held an ax in one hand and a shield in the other, his fighting spirit soaring.
As the Witch Race's God of War, he had never feared the Demon Race in the past. Why would he fear the human race now?
It was just a pity that the ancient war between the witches and demons had ended disastrously for the Witch Race.
Of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, only Houtu had survived, and she had been eternally imprisoned in the Netherworld.
Xiangliu and Jiu Feng had fled into the depths of the chaos, their whereabouts unknown.
Of the many great witches, only he remained in the Witch Race's tribe.
Chiyou's brows knitted tightly as he weighed everything involved. In the end, he nodded. "The Xuanyuan Clan has suffered defeat after defeat. This is the perfect opportunity to seize them in one fell swoop. We absolutely cannot abandon it!"
Before he could say more, he suddenly felt the ground tremble.
Then, deafening cries of slaughter rang out.
A tribesman hurried over. "Chief, the Xuanyuan Clan has led the human army in an attack!"
Before Chiyou could speak, Xing Tian's fighting spirit surged. Holding his ax in one hand and shield in the other, he said directly, "Good! Warriors of the Witch Race, charge with me!"
He then charged forward first.
Chiyou followed close behind. Maitreya let out a leisurely sigh and followed as well.
At once, the Battle of Zhuolu erupted!
The Xuanyuan Clan led the human army in a fierce clash with the Jiu Li Tribe.
Bodies fell constantly, and blood stained the ground red.
Daoist Duobao, Golden Spirit Holy Mother, and the other direct disciples of the Interception Sect fixed their eyes on Maitreya.
They had come to aid the Xuanyuan Clan, but before leaving, Sovereign Lord of the Heavens had given them one instruction: kill Maitreya!
Duobao shouted, "Maitreya, where do you think you're going?!"
He and Golden Spirit Holy Mother, Turtle Spirit Holy Mother, and Holy Mother Wudang directly blocked Maitreya's path.
"Amitabha! What do the four benefactors want?!"
Maitreya's expression changed drastically, his face paling.
He had thought that at most, only Daoist Duobao would come to assist them on behalf of the Interception Sect. Who could have expected that every direct disciple of the Interception Sect would come?
Behind him, the Three Xiaos had also arrived. Without wasting words on Maitreya, the three immediately set up the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.
Meanwhile, Zhao Gongming wielded twenty-four Sea-Calming Pearls and killed Buddhist Gate venerables one after another, ensuring that no one could escape.
The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, meanwhile, blocked Xing Tian.
This was the former God of War of the Witch Race, whose battle record was illustrious and whose vicious reputation had resounded throughout the war between the witches and demons. The twelve did not hesitate in the slightest.
Guangchengzi brought out the Sky-Turning Seal.
Chijingzi held the Yin-Yang Mirror and wore the Eight Trigrams Purple Ribbon Robe.
Taiyi Perfected Person held the Yin-Yang Sword.
The Twelve Golden Immortals each unleashed their divine abilities.
Even though Xing Tian was the Witch Race's God of War and a great witch, he was still no match for one Quasi-Saint and eleven Grand Luo Golden Immortals. He was forced back repeatedly and nearly died several times!
With the Western Teachings and Xing Tian no longer providing assistance, and with the Xuanyuan Clan receiving Xuandu's aid, the situation immediately turned favorable. The Jiu Li Tribe was forced into retreat.
It had to be known that after receiving the merit from teaching Shennong, Xuandu had now broken through to the Quasi-Saint realm!
"Kill!"
The Xuanyuan Clan did not hesitate. Holding the Witch-Slaying Sword, he raised his arm and shouted as he pursued Chiyou.
The outcome of the Battle of Zhuolu had been decided!
Above the clouds, the Three Pure Ones gathered and looked down upon the Battle of Zhuolu below.
Grand Supreme Elder Lord of Morality watched the battle and slowly said, "This battle is finally coming to an end."
"Maitreya must die, or the desired effect cannot be achieved."
Primordial Lord spoke calmly as he used the Heavenly Mystery Compass to conceal the heavenly secrets, preventing the Two Sages of the West from learning of the current situation.
After all, the Two Sages of the West valued Maitreya greatly. If they learned what was happening, they would certainly come to rescue him.
Therefore, they could only be allowed to find out after Maitreya's death!
He looked at Maitreya, who was trapped within the Nine Bends Yellow River Formation.
The three flowers above his head and the five energies within his chest had all been erased, wiping out thousands of years of cultivation in an instant.
Daoist Duobao had also used his treasured sword to sever his physical body!
Only his primordial spirit escaped, and he shouted repeatedly, "My masters are the Two Sages of the West! Do you think you can force me into such a desperate situation today without fearing my masters?!"
"Too slow!"
Primordial Lord's brows twitched, and he was somewhat displeased.
They were killing a Grand Luo, yet they were still taking this long. With a thought, boundless Saint laws immediately swept over, drowning out Maitreya's voice and directly annihilating his primordial spirit, scattering his soul!
A mere Grand Luo Golden Immortal was like an ant before a Saint. There was no need to lift a hand; with a single thought, he could be erased on the spot!
"Only now can this battle truly be said to be nearing its end."
Primordial Lord spoke casually.
The people from the Western Teachings who had come to assist the Jiu Li Tribe had now all been wiped out.
The disciples of the Interception Sect had escaped and joined the Xuanyuan Clan in pursuing Chiyou. This battle was already without suspense.
"This matter still requires thanks to Second Brother for your schemes."
Tongtian looked at Primordial Lord, his gaze complicated.
Ever since he had founded the Interception Sect, his relationship with Primordial Lord had grown increasingly distant, and his prejudices had deepened.
He had thought that the two of them would ultimately become strangers, or even enemies. He had never expected that they would one day reconcile!
Moreover, Primordial Lord had helped him several times and offered him advice.
Tongtian had long since harbored no resentment toward Primordial Lord. At this moment, he looked at him and spoke with a complicated expression, "Second Brother, who would have thought that we would have a day of reconciliation? Over the years, I've had so much I wanted to tell you."
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Primordial Lord immediately froze and looked at Tongtian strangely.
What was going on?
Why did this feel like it was about to turn sentimental?!
I'm a straight man. I can't stand sentimental scenes!
Primordial Lord felt a wave of discomfort and hurriedly said, "We're brothers. What need is there for so many words?"
"The past is past. From now on, the three of us brothers will advance hand in hand!"
The words Tongtian had just been about to say immediately caught in his throat.
Looking at Primordial Lord, he was genuinely moved by those words.
Indeed, they were brothers. There was no need to say anything.
He had simply been overthinking things.
As expected of Second Brother—his perspective was truly broad!
Grand Supreme Elder Lord of Morality was also extremely gratified, his heart deeply moved.
"I still have something to do. Killing only one Maitreya isn't enough!"
"This time, I'll make that Western Teachings remember this lesson thoroughly!"
Primordial Lord's voice was dignified as he looked toward Xing Tian, who was being held back by the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect!
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