On Profound Pure Peak, Tongtian watched the Youxiong Tribe and the Jiuli Tribe clash in the water mirror and spoke with a cold snort.
"To think they lost their patience already. Soaking Bodhi Spirit Leaves in water to bolster their fighting strength-the West really is willing to spend."
Xuan Heng watched the scene in the water mirror and said calmly, "The West has crossed the line this time. They will likely suffer the backlash of Human Race Destiny any moment now."
Six Ears was puzzled.
"Master, Medicine Master hasn't personally killed any humans. How does that count as crossing the line?"
Xuan Heng chuckled. "An imperial tutor may teach the Human Sovereign and assist him, but he cannot use the West's spiritual treasures to forcibly raise the fighting strength of the human tribes. The contest for the Human Sovereign's throne is the Human Race's own affair. By soaking Bodhi Spirit Leaves in water from the Eight Treasures Merit Pool to influence the battle, the West is using outside forces to alter the course of Human Race Destiny."
The mockery on Tongtian's face deepened.
"If they had truly restrained themselves, Medicine Master could have taken Xuanyuan to the rear and waited for a chance to fight his way back. He might still have kept his position as the Human Sovereign's imperial tutor. Now that they have stretched out their hand, Human Race Destiny will likely chop it off."
Within the water mirror, the warriors of the Youxiong tribes had their blood and vital energy forcibly stirred up after drinking the Bodhi Nectar.
The exhausted warriors tightened their grips on their weapons once more.
Outside the wooden wall, the Jiuli warriors had already charged close. The instant the two armies collided, the blood-fiend aura forced the Youxiong tribes back again and again.