The Immortal Ancestor and the Tribal King

Sword Qi energy soared into the sky. As Bai Qiuran flew, his bones crackled and popped. He was fully activating the Fortune Body Forging Technique, and his body grew larger and larger until it reached a size comparable to the Demon Nether God the Consciousness Demon.

Then, Clear Autumn Waters clashed with the Tribal King's sword in close combat.

Boom!

Bai Qiuran and the Tribal King simultaneously sensed an overwhelming power emanating from each other. As their blades clashed, a shockwave that swept across the entire surrounding Void was formed.

As the shockwave passed, all the Shepherds Consciousness raised their arms to shield themselves. The Immortals, Underworld Emissary, and Machine Puppet on the Immortal Realm and Ghost Realm Fleet were also blown about, barely managing to get back to their feet.

However, this was only the first wave of the attack.

The Tribal King and Bai Qiuran retreated slightly, and then launched a second attack, neither giving an inch.

Bang!

An even more powerful shockwave emanated, but this time, Bai Qiuran was superior to the Tribal King.

He overpowered the Tribal King, using his sword to firmly suppress the battle blade. Without stopping, he stepped on the Void River and forcefully pushed the Tribal King backward.

Bai Qiuran understood that the Shepherds could withstand the shockwaves generated by his battle with the Tribal King and launch an offensive against the Immortal Realm Fleet and Ghost Realm Fleet, but the Immortal Realm army and Ghost Realm army, which were numerous but individually weak, might not be able to withstand such an impact.

In order to allow his troops to fully exert their strength, Bai Qiuran decided to shift the battlefield.

So he pushed the Tribal King upwards, during which the Tribal King also tried to resist. Light Filaments gathered on his palm, constantly increasing his power. The two tumbled in the Void, and were forced to smash many innocent worlds.

The two then fell into the Void River, where countless turbulent energy currents swept past them, but they ignored them all.

The two sank to the bottom of the Void River, breaking through thousands of dark currents in the deepest and most chaotic energy river, and then rose up, breaking through the water's surface and flying into the Void.

The moment Bai Qiuran surfaced, she saw the Fleet of the Immortal Realm and the Ghost Realm already engaged in battle with the Shepherds.

He saw Nether God being grabbed by the Shepherds, who was like a volcanic lava, but he retaliated by smashing the shepherd's head open with a mace. He saw the second Giant God Automaton, "Hungry Wolf," rush towards a tall Shepherds whose body was crystal clear and resembled a walking mineral vein, and bite down hard on its heel.

The Shepherds cried out in pain, and then "Martial God" charged forward and chopped its neck with an axe.

He also saw that the four other Shepherds, led by the Copper Man Shepherds, charged into the army and began to wreak havoc. However, they were surrounded by countless Fleet of the Immortal Realm and Ghost Realm. Cannons roared and exploded on their bodies. Countless Immortals Underworld Emissary used their Magic Treasure to sever their bodies and capture their Souls.

The war has begun, and he is one of its participants.

The key to victory lay not only in the clash of the armies behind him, but also in his battle against the Tribal King; therefore, he had to kill the Tribal King.

"Ule!!"

The Tribal King's voice was filled with deep-seated Hatred.

"I know that feeling now. Your ancestor really was a [Glutton], right? That bastard not only ruined the future of my clan, but also made his own ancestor a traitor to the race!"

"I'm not a descendant of any Shepherds."

Bai Qiuran swung his sword backhand, unleashing the move "Slaying a million Yao Mo soldiers, the sword at my waist still stained with blood." Countless Sword Qi erupted simultaneously, sending the Tribal King flying. He tumbled dozens of times on the Void River before heading towards the more distant Void Source region.

He flew towards the Tribal King and the book, fighting against overwhelming odds. He grabbed the Tribal King by the throat with one hand, slammed it heavily onto the Void River, then flung it away, and caught a palm strike in the process.

"I am the Immortal Ancestor of the Immortal Realm, the Emperor of the Ghost Realm, the Sword Ancestor of the Azure Nether Sword Sect, Bai Qiuran, Human Race Cultivators from the Ten Lands of Jiuzhou! Remember this!"

The Tribal King took the blow head-on, leaving a noticeable dent in his chest. Bai Qiuran pressed her advantage and continued her attack, but the Tribal King delivered a backflip kick to her abdomen, sending her flying with a thud.

The Tribal King roared and charged again, hacking and slashing wildly with his battle blade, shouting, "You killed Fein, you killed Zeluge and Kige, you killed Salon, you destroyed the ancestral lineage of Toynbee and Shule, causing half of my race to lose their lives! The [Glutton] within you has unleashed Void flood that nearly destroyed my race! Bai Qiuran, I have a thousand reasons, ten thousand reasons to Hatred you!"

He raised his sword high with both hands and slashed down forcefully.

I'm going to kill you!

A massive blade of energy slashed down, Bai Qiuran blocked it with her sword. Propelled by this energy, she left the Void River and crashed through the outer layer of energy turbulence of the Void Source, entering it.

The Tribal King quickly followed, and the two crashed into the energy turbulence area of Void Source. The Crystal Continent here had been shattered by the erupting energy, turning into pieces that floated in the Void, spinning and swaying with the storm. Bai Qiuran and the Tribal King each landed on a piece of debris, facing each other from a distance, catching their breath.

The Void Source was not far from the two of them, and a strange and powerful force came from that direction. Sometimes it was a suction force, sometimes a thrust force, and sometimes even a squeezing force and an upward force. The complex environment formed by various forces interfered with the two beings' judgment.

But their panting didn't last long. Soon, in a strange, unspoken agreement, the two shattered the Crystal ground beneath their feet and charged at each other, engaging in a frenzied battle.

Bai Qiuran means at his disposal, employing magic, Divine Ability Saber Technique, swordsmanship, spear Palm Technique —a variety of superb martial arts skills. He also incorporated the laws of time and space into his attacks, constantly increasing the complexity of the environment.

His True Essence True Qi were being consumed at an unprecedented rate. However, the Infinite Purple Mansion, which was transformed from the special stomach of the "Glutton," was uniquely advantageous in this chaotic area filled with energy.

Meanwhile, the Tribal King was equally unyielding. In this land of the Shepherds' destiny, it unleashed all its power. Amidst the constantly twisting Essence Light Filaments, a pair of arms grew from its back, each wielding a long battle blade, and launched a frenzied attack on Bai Qiuran.

It doesn't have many fancy tricks; what it displays is only the combat experience and Combat Techniques accumulated over countless years. Faced with Bai Qiuran's endless martial Arts, the Tribal King will only take one measure—to break through with force.

However, its move was thwarted by Bai Qiuran —because if we really consider pure power, Bai Qiuran, who possesses Infinite Purple Mansion and is near the Void Source, is superior to it.

Therefore, the Tribal King was quickly suppressed by Bai Qiuran.

"It's my victory."

Finally, Bai Qiuran seized an opportunity to win. With a flick of his longsword, he unleashed his fourth move, "The Mirage emerge from the frosty dawn, I draw my sword and reach into the bag to take the head." A mirage-like, illusory mist drifted in, and the verdant hills appeared on the Void Source, dreamlike and illusory. The Tribal King's eyes showed a moment of disorientation, but in that instant of disorientation, two Sword Light burst forth from the mist, one of which deflected his four battle blades.

The Tribal King left the gate wide open, and the final sword strike was aimed directly at its throat.