Zhuolu Plains.
Shang Tang stood atop an Auspicious Cloud, his dragon-patterned robe billowing in the wind. Though his hair was white, his face looked young, and his ancient, weathered features radiated the majesty of a Human King. He calmly regarded the two opposing forces.
"Di Xin pays his respects to our honored ancestor!"
"Greetings, Ancestor!"
Di Xin knelt at once. The rest of Great Shang's forces also bowed and kowtowed.
The Jiuli Tribe, however, looked uneasy. They glanced at one another, then finally turned their attention to True Man Gu, who stood at the very front.
"Rise."
Shang Tang spoke softly, then turned to face True Man Gu and the Jiuli Tribe.
"True Man Gu, I still remember when the Shang Dynasty was first founded. Your Jiuli Tribe's former chieftain brought you to the royal city to pay your respects. But a thousand years later, you've allied yourself with the Yao Tribe. I certainly never expected that."
"You've truly forgotten the rules laid down by Chi You, the Ancestor of Soldiers!"
His voice was old, yet forceful and resolute.
Shang Tang looked at True Man Gu, but the latter didn't dare meet his gaze. The Jiuli Tribe's people felt a flicker of shame and regret, but it lasted only an instant.
"Old man, I'm your opponent!"
"The Human King's throne passes from one to another. Now it's the Jiuli Tribe's turn. We Yao are merely following Heaven's will, helping True Man Gu create a harmonious world where the Human and Yao Tribes can live in peace. Are you really going to defy Heaven?"
Lu Ya stepped forward, shielding True Man Gu behind him.
The might of his Late Quasi-Saint cultivation swept outward. The boundless power of Qiankun and the myriad laws pressed down on Shang Tang, forcing him back several