War of the Holy Mother, Randeng's Plan
The Holy Mother Wudang has a beautiful face and majestic eyes. Dressed in a black dress, she stands tall and proud, like a black Phoenix looking down upon all living beings.
Her gaze was aggressive, sweeping over the Three Xiao Sisters and the others as if in a provocation.
"Hmph! You're courting death. I'll deal with you."
The hot-tempered Holy Mother Jin Ling immediately stepped forward, glaring angrily.
She was tall and slender, with long, golden hair that shone like the sun, flowing in the wind, dazzling and captivating. Her eyes were also golden, with a mesmerizing golden gleam.
However, her skin was as white as jade and as smooth as cream, and she possessed an outstanding and independent temperament.
"And who are you?" Holy Mother Wudang asked arrogantly, completely disregarding the Holy Mother Jin Ling, whom she had never heard of before.
What she didn't know was that, according to the original story, the woman in front of her was the Head of Female Immortals of the Interception Sect, and the Holy Mother of the Interception Sect.
"My name is Holy Mother Jin Ling, remember it!" Holy Mother Jin Ling coldly shouted.
"Hmph! You dare call yourself the Holy Mother?" The Holy Mother Wudang immediately expressed her displeasure, feeling somewhat uncomfortable with the title of the woman before her.
"Enough with the nonsense, I want to see who's unworthy!" Without another word, the Holy Mother Jin Ling shouted, and two divine beams shot out from her golden pupils, their boundless Dao traces cleaving through the heavens.
The aura of Primordial Origin Golden Immortal erupted in full force, shaking all directions and stirring up the winds and clouds.
The Holy Mother Wudang's eyes narrowed, and she paled slightly. She had not expected that the woman in front of her was also Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
Without hesitation, she drew a line with her snow-white jade fingers in front of her, forming a ripple-like barrier that blocked the golden light.
With a clang, like the sound of divine metal colliding, it was extremely jarring.
With a swift movement, the Holy Mother Jin Ling charged forward, her body enveloped in golden laws, making her incredibly powerful and indestructible.
She cultivates the Law of Metal, which is not only incredibly sharp but also possesses astonishing defensive capabilities.
The Holy Mother Jin Ling herself was originally a manifestation of innate divine gold, and she lay dormant on the Three Immortal Islands for countless years, absorbing a great deal of innate spiritual energy.
Although she took human form late, she had accumulated too much power. As soon as she took human form, she became a Daluo Golden Immortal. With Ling Xiao's casual guidance, she quickly broke through to the Primordial Origin Golden Immortal.
The Law of Metal is the law that best suits the Holy Mother Jin Ling; when combined with her true form, it can unleash power many times over.
In the blink of an eye, the two clashed tens of thousands of times, their figures flashing by so fast that even immortals couldn't see their techniques or keep up with their speed.
The Holy Mother Wudang was equally formidable, her true form being a bell, Innate Spiritual Treasure. The two transformed into humanoid lightning bolts, clashing and exchanging blows, sparks flying everywhere, accompanied by terrifying roars.
Golden and black divine light filled the heavens and earth, unleashing terrifying magical power, like a golden sun and a black sun, each strike earth-shattering.
"What terrifying magical power! This woman called Holy Mother Jin Ling is so powerful. Why have I never heard of her before?"
Some people sighed in amazement, gazing at the sky. The aura emanating from there could melt all things, and golden waves rolled like a golden ocean, stretching for hundreds of millions of miles and occupying half of the sky.
They had assumed that the other two women besides the Three Xiao Sisters of Sanxiao were just there for show, but they hadn't expected them to be Primordial Origin Golden Immortal as well—truly terrifying.
On the Heavenly Court's side, all the immortals watched all this with tense expressions. This was a crucial battle; if they lost, it would be all over.
They were confident just now, but now things seem to be getting uncertain.
"Wudang Sister Wudang's magical power is second only to mine, so everyone doesn't need to worry," Daoist Duobao said expressionlessly, trying to lighten the mood.
In fact, he began to worry.
After all, this battle was too important. If they lost, the consequences would be unimaginable. As the senior disciple of the Interception Sect, his master entrusted all his junior brothers to him.
In the end, they all fell to the Human Race, wiped out in one fell swoop. He couldn't even bear to imagine such a scene; if it really happened, he would have no face to see his master.
At this moment, the battle between the two Holy Mothers had reached its climax, Holy Mother Wudang was even forced to use her magic weapon - the Dragon-Tiger Ruyi.
This magical artifact originally belonged to the Holy Mother Jin Ling, but it was bestowed upon the Holy Mother Wudang by Tongtian.
Use your magic weapon to attack your people.
The two fought fiercely, their battle raging with intense passion, as if they harbored a deep-seated grudge. They were extremely powerful, possessing unparalleled beauty, yet they were not weak; on the contrary, they were domineering and fierce, intimidating all the heroes around them.
This battle lasted a long time, stretching from the mountaintop altar to deep space, and even almost extending beyond the Eastern Wasteland, yet there was still no sign of it stopping.
Both the Human Race and the Heavenly Court were completely engrossed, almost to the point of numbness.
This battle was extremely intense.
"I think if they keep playing like this, it'll be hard to determine a winner. How about we call it a draw?"
Just then, Randeng suddenly spoke up and said in a loud voice.
"A draw? So that means we won!" Manshan Clan shouted, declaring victory unilaterally.
"Nonsense! Even if this match is a draw, you've only won two and a half. There's still one match left to decide. How can you say it's a draw?"
Randeng shouted, his eyes revealing a disdainful glint, as if mocking the Manshan Clan for their inability to do basic accounting.
This suggestion garnered nods of approval from some, because the game had already reached a point where victory seemed impossible; a restart might offer a chance.
"We won't agree to this. We'll keep fighting until a winner is decided. We can accept winning or losing."
Manshan Clan snorted coldly, transforming into an excellent mouthpiece to express the dissatisfaction of the Human Race.
If they win this battle, they won't need to fight another one; if they lose, they'll still have another chance. They're not worried.
The other party should be the one in a hurry.
Upon hearing this, Randeng frowned slightly, then a cold smile appeared on his face, carrying an inexplicable sense of sarcasm.
"Having won two games by sheer luck, clinging to their victories is truly despicable."
"If it weren't for that fool's mistake in the first match, your Human Race would have already lost."
Upon hearing this, the immortals of the Interception Sect immediately glared at him angrily. Although Randeng's main intention was to mock the Human Race, he had indirectly harmed them as well.
"Heh, a loss is a loss, why make so many excuses? If you were as strong as you are, would you be begging us here?" Cangwu chimed in.
His face was filled with contempt and disdain.
Randeng was furious, his face turning ashen, but he didn't give up. He continued to speak relentlessly, coldly snorting:
"I see you are afraid of me and dare not fight me."
"Oh ho, you're so powerful, why didn't you make a move earlier?" the Manshan Clan and the others sneered, not falling for their trick at all.
Randeng gritted his teeth, his face contorted with anger, not expecting the other party to be so uncooperative.
At this moment, Bixiao had been silent until now, suddenly spoke up.
"Fine, fine, I'll just agree to it out of pity for them."
"Let me play him in the last match."
Manshan Clan and the others exchanged glances. After seeing Yun Xiao nod, and remembering that the women were sent by the Dao Venerable, they agreed.
Randeng was overjoyed, and a daisy-like smile bloomed on his thin, old face.