The Great Dao Oath After a Pentakill
The immortals of the Chan Sect were completely numb. Black Cloud Immortal was the leader of the Seven Attendant Immortals, a powerful figure in the Quasi-Sage realm, with great magical power and supernatural abilities.
In the end, they were still no match for Qiangliang defeat.
It should be noted that Qiangliang Lianggang broke through right under their noses, without even consolidating his foundation, yet he still easily defeated Black Cloud Immortal.
What are you doing?!
Why is the reincarnated Ancestral Witch still so powerful?
It's hard to imagine how powerful this would be if it were the complete version of the Ancestral Witch.
No wonder they were able to easily defeat their masters and senior disciples.
"Black Cloud Immortal is still alive; there is still hope."
After examining the situation, Duobao slowly said, "Thank goodness Black Cloud Immortal is not dead, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."
The master is probably going to be furious.
"Damn it, let's all attack them together and fight them!" one of the impatient Interception Sect immortals roared, unable to take it anymore.
"That makes sense. With the combined forces of our Interception Sect, Chan Sect, and the Heavenly Court, we are more than capable of slaughtering all of Human Race," an immortal echoed, his eyes flashing with cold light and brimming with killing intent.
"Foolish! Have you forgotten the great formation of the Human Race? Does any of you have the ability to break the formation? If so, please give the order, and we will obey." A slightly plump Daoist priest in a gray robe shouted angrily.
This person is Zhao Gongming, now a direct disciple of the inner Interception Sect.
"Junior Brother Gongming is right. We will be absolutely certain of success once the fellow Daoists from the All-Spirit Sect arrive, or once Master and my senior brothers are free." Daoist Duobao nodded and said calmly.
The immortals nodded and sneered, "Let these beasts be smug for now."
"Hey! Who else? My brother Qiangliang isn't done yet, send another one to die if you dare!"
On the altar of Mount Shouyang, Manshan Clan stood with his hands on his hips, looking utterly disdainful and defiant, acting all high and mighty.
He stood beside Qiangliang, like a miniature version of an Ancestral Witch.
Qiangliang gave him a satisfied look. This Human Race was very perceptive and suited his taste perfectly; what he said was exactly what Qiang Liang wanted to say.
It felt as if my innermost thoughts were being overheard.
"Insolence! You think you're so great? If you have the guts, step forward! I can crush you Laozi one hand!" The immortals of the Interception Sect were enraged, their anger, which had just subsided, rising again.
"A one-on-one battle, a fair fight, not a war of attrition. We Human Race have already won five matches. Now that you've lost, leave your compensation and pack your bags!"
Manshan Clan shouted loudly, making a unilateral announcement as if afraid of being opposed. After speaking, he reached out to ask for it, completely unaware of the meaning of shame.
"What a joke! When did such an agreement come about? How come we didn't know about it?" The member of the Chan Sect also spoke up, laughing in anger.
They suffered three defeats for no reason, and now they want compensation?
"Now you know, right? Stop talking nonsense, pay up, get out of here, and don't make me lose my temper."
Manshan Clan stomped his foot and shouted, engaging in a verbal battle with the assembled heroes.
"Nonsense! Who made a pact with you to fight five battles? That's a joke! If such a pact truly existed, I guarantee your Human Race wouldn't win a single battle!"
Randeng spoke coldly, his voice booming like a bell, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
"Heh, anyone can brag. So why did you lose before? Was it because you deliberately threw the game?"
Cangwu also chimed in, his face full of disdain and contempt.
Upon hearing this, the disciples of both sects were immediately enraged, speechless and unable to refute it.
It's like arguing with a fool who drags your IQ down to his level and then beats you with his vast experience.
"Hehe, everyone, listen to me."
Just as the two sides were arguing fiercely, Yaochi smiled and stepped forward.
Instantly, all eyes turned to her.
Yaochi remained composed, a slight smile playing on her lips. Her beauty was unparalleled, exuding an air of dignified elegance befitting an empress.
"Since everyone is dissatisfied, let's have a rematch. The stakes are simple: if you Human Race lose, you must submit to the Heavenly Court; if we lose, we will withdraw and never again Human Race."
She said with a radiant smile, as if she wanted to stir up trouble.
As soon as the words were spoken, all the immortals showed surprise, but upon closer reflection, it wasn't bad at all; regardless of winning or losing, they seemed to have no loss.
Moreover, when they get serious, there's no way they can lose.
Therefore, the people of both religions looked towards Mount Shouyang, waiting for the Human Race's response.
In the Heavenly Court, Haotian's expression immediately darkened upon witnessing this scene through the Haotian Mirror.
"What is Yaochi trying to do? Why hold a competition at a time like this?"
They actually agreed to withdraw their troops if they lost and never Human Race again.
What was their purpose in sending troops?
Investiture of the Gods!
If we don't fight, then what's the point of bestowing titles upon gods?
"Hmm... Could it be that Yaochi intends to subjugate the Human Race without bloodshed?" Haotian's eyes flickered, and a sudden thought occurred to him.
If that's the case, then it seems acceptable.
The only drawback is that not enough disciples of the two religions died.
"Let's see how it goes first."
Haotian's expression calmed down. He sat upright on his throne, gazing at the various images flashing in the Haotian Mirror.
The powerful Human Race, such as Manshan Clan, Fuxi, and Cangwu, showed a strange expression on their faces after hearing Yaochi's words.
"This is not fair. Human Race lose and have to submit, but you lose and nothing happens to you. You don't have to pay any price. Is there such a good thing in the world?"
Fuxi spoke solemnly, indicating his disapproval of the proposal.
"That's right, that's right, it's only fair if you lose and submit to the Human Race," said Manshan Clan.
"Dream on! What a pipe dream! You think you're worthy of making such demands? I will never agree!"
Randeng immediately refused. He was loyal to the Chan Sect, a member of the Chan Sect in life and in death, as Heaven and Earth could attest.
"That's right, what right do lowly ants have to compare themselves to us!"
"These tiny Human Race want us to submit? That's laughable! I refuse!"
The immortals from both religions spoke up one after another, reacting strongly. The mere mention of submitting to the Human Race was unbearable for them.
Upon seeing this, Yaochi's eyes flickered, a barely perceptible sneer flashing across them, before a captivating smile appeared on her face, and she slowly spoke:
"Gentlemen, I believe that even if we agree, what harm would it do? Are we afraid of the Human Race?"
"Everyone here is a powerful and capable individual. In my opinion, there is absolutely no way they could possibly lose to the Human Race."
Upon hearing this, the immortals of the two sects exchanged glances, hesitated for a moment, and felt that it was indeed true. They still had a group of Quasi-Sage who had not yet made a move, so there was no reason for them to lose to the Human Race.
Moreover, if they refuse, wouldn't outsiders think that they, the disciples of Sage, are afraid of mere Human Race ants?
Then, Duobao and Randeng had a brief exchange, and Duobao agreed.
"To prevent anyone from breaking their oath after losing, let us now make a Heavenly Dao Oath!" Yaochi announced loudly, like a host.
As soon as the words were spoken, the Human Race side immediately refused.
"No, if you're going to make a vow, make a vow of the Great Dao!"