The Seven Attendant Immortals! The Human Race's Chosen Warriors
The immortals of the Chan Sect laughed heartily. This was the moment they had been waiting for, to display the divine might of the Jie Interception Sect before the army of the All-Spirit Sect arrived.
With the "precious gems" of the Chan Sect preceding them, their prestige was even more apparent.
"Please give the order, Senior Brother, so that my sect can take over and suppress the Human Race rebellion!"
Immediately, Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal Xian, quick-witted and agile, cupped his hands respectfully and said to Daoist Duobao.
Upon hearing this, the disciples who could not contain themselves echoed it one after another, their momentum soaring and their voices resounding throughout the world.
Seeing the Chan Sect suffer a setback, they became even more impatient, after all, their cultivation and methods were far superior to those of the Chan Sect's worthless followers.
Instantly, this mighty sound echoed over Mount Shouyang and spread throughout the entire Human Race land.
Instantly, powerful figures from all walks of life, as well as immortals and gods who were watching this scene, revealed different expressions. They could see that the disciples of the Interception Sect were generally much stronger than those of the Chan Sect.
Especially high-end combat capabilities.
If the Interception Sect were to intervene, the Human Race would likely suffer bloodshed.
They believed that although the Human Race was numerous and powerful, it still lacked high-end combat capabilities.
However, the Human Race is not without its strengths, which is why the Heavenly Court has been hesitant to launch a full-scale attack and is still accumulating power.
"Interesting. I can't wait to see the performance of the Jie Sect Disciple. The Chan Sect Disciple's performance was so entertaining, it almost made me burst."
"Jie Sect Disciple clearly possess genuine talent and skill, unlike those of the Chan Sect, who are all show and no substance, outwardly tough but inwardly weak..."
Even Yaochi, who had retreated to the back, stepped forward. "Disciples of the Interception Sect, with you all here, I have complete peace of mind. The lowly Human Race is naturally no match for you."
She wore an approving and admiring smile, her eyes full of appreciation.
The immortals of the Chan Sect standing to the side turned pale, looking as if they had lost their parents and felt as if they had eaten excrement.
Look at you guys, so capable! I hope you get beaten to a pulp soon!
They cursed in their hearts, but felt that the hope was slim. Even if they didn't want to admit it, the fact was still there: the Interception Sect, these scoundrels, were indeed very strong.
Seeing that things had come to this point and the atmosphere had become too tense, Daoist Duobao had no choice but to agree.
His true form is a toad, so his speech and actions are somewhat slow, as is his personality; when he moves, he is as still as thunder.
"In that case, which junior brother will go and challenge them?" Daoist Duobao looked at his disciples behind him and said slowly.
"A mere Fuxi, he can't cause any real trouble," said a female immortal with a cold and arrogant expression. She was the Holy Mother Wudang, one of the four inner disciples.
"Haha, Wudang Senior Sister Wudang were to make a move, no one would be able to defeat her," the Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui said with a laugh, flattering her.
Upon hearing this, the Manshan Clan, standing atop Mount Shouyang, with keen hearing and sharp eyesight, immediately retorted with a sarcastic remark:
"Heh, I thought the disciples of the Interception Sect were something special, but it turns out they're just like the Chan Sect —despicable and shameless bastards. Do they want to defeat Fuxi through a war of attrition?"
"What else can you do besides this?"
"Can't you do something decent enough to earn my Laozi?"
"Hold head high?"
This series of questions hit the nail on the head. What the Jie Sect Disciple could not tolerate most was being compared to the Chan Sect.
That's an absolute insult.
"You bastards, do you think we need a war of attrition to beat you?"
"Since you feel it's unfair, then let's have someone else come and let Fuxi go and rest. It'll be a one-on-one duel!"
"Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal shouted loudly, a hint of mockery flashing in his eyes. This Human Race brute is really stupid. The only Human Race can be proud of is Fuxi, and he actually managed to defeat him."
"Just as you say, who's afraid of who? You come up here, yes, you Long-Eared Immortal one, the one who looks like a rabbit demon, Laozi 'm going to take care of you myself!"
Manshan Clan, holding the Yin -Yin-Yang Mirror, pointed at Long-Eared Fixed-Light Immortal and shouted contemptuously.
Cangwu, Ligan, Fuxi, and the others were speechless, their faces dark with exasperation. The Manshan Clan was truly capable of both causing trouble and causing even more trouble.
"Heh, you're badly injured. I don't deign to fight you; it would be an dishonorable victory."
At this point, he looked to the side and said with a smile, "Which senior brother is willing to help me win the first battle?"
He was full of confidence and began making arrangements.
Duobao, as the eldest disciple, didn't say much. In his view, these were just minor squabbles and not worth taking seriously. Looking at the Human Race, there wasn't a single one who was qualified to be his opponent.
"Dealing with mere Human Race is unnecessary for you senior brothers; let me handle it."
The Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui bowed to Duobao, Zhao Gongming, Black Cloud Immortal, and others, saying that he was the Second Brother among the Seven Attendant Immortals, and that there were very few people stronger than him in the entire Interception Sect.
Even without Fuxi's participation in the battle, he was confident that he could easily defeat the powerful Human Race such as the Manshan Clan.
"Go, don't embarrass the Seven Attendant Immortals. You must fight with style and not give others something to talk about, so they don't think we're like some other people."
Black Cloud Immortal remained expressionless and gave the order calmly. He was the head of the Seven Attendant Immortals, and his cultivation was only below that of the inner sect's direct disciples.
"Please rest assured, senior brother, I will certainly not fail in my mission," the Golden Hoop Immortal replied solemnly.
After speaking, he turned and left, landing on the altar of Mount Shouyang. He looked at the Manshan Clan and the others with an arrogant expression and asked in a deep voice:
Who will fight me?
"Who goes there?" Manshan Clan shouted.
Ma Sui sneered and said loudly, "Ignorant brat, listen carefully."
"People laugh at Ma Sui, calling him a foolish immortal, for within the foolish immortal lies true mystery. The path to this true mystery is open, yet no one walks it; only I, with my countless Flat Peach, have trod it."
"I am Golden Hoop Immortal Ma Sui, one of the Seven Attendant Immortals under the Sage of the Interception Sect!"
"Ma Sui? I'll beat you half to death later." Manshan Clan sneered, then continued.
"Listen up, Laozi am the Mighty Mountain God, one of the 108 Guardian Deity under the Human Emperor."
In this emergency, Manshan Clan racked his brains to come up with a title for himself, as he couldn't learn to compose poetry on the spot.
"Hercules? Isn't he just a brute?" Ma Sui sneered.
"Get out of here immediately! You're injured, and I don't want to bully you. Find someone else!"
"Damn it..." Man Shan was furious and wanted to rush up and fight, but Cangwu Wu stopped him.
"Barbarian, you've already fought two matches, let me take this one!"
The Manshan Clan temporarily suppressed their thunderous rage and angrily stepped aside.
Cangwu casually took the Yin-Yang Mirror, his expression becoming solemn, and the blood in his body gradually boiling.
It's finally his turn to fight!
This longing, this excitement, it's exhilarating!
"Hey! You there, give me the honor of stretching my legs a bit. It's been so long since I've fought, my body's practically stiff."
Just as Cangwu was getting excited, a sudden voice interrupted him.
Who is it this time?
Cangwu looked on with dissatisfaction, as he was interrupted every time it was his turn.
The next moment, he was stunned as a tall and imposing man, like a small giant, flew over.
With a loud boom, the altar trembled slightly.
Qiangliang?