Upon hearing this, the cultivator from the Supreme Dragon Race sneered, then fixed his gaze on Chen Honghu.
"Grand Elder, why pretend to be ignorant? This concerns the ancestor of my Emperor Level Supreme Dragon Race! My Supreme Dragon Race will absolutely not tolerate this! No matter what, my Supreme Dragon Race needs to bring that Little Purple named Chen Honghu back to find out everything!"
The elder of the Divine Sword Race was not idle either, and spoke up immediately, "Among your disciples, there is one who is naturally compatible with our Divine Sword Race. We would appreciate it if you would allow us to take him away, given your magnanimity!"
"If you are willing, we would like to offer several kilograms of Divine Artifact Essence as a token of our gratitude!"
As he spoke, the elder of the Divine Sword Race kept his eyes fixed on Baili Luoxing.
Ordinary sects might not be able to see Baili Luoxing's value, but the Divine Sword Race, who have been in the Weapon Immortal World for many years, can naturally see that Baili Luoxing joining their sect is actually the best choice.
The speaker was a middle-aged man dressed in white, with his back ramrod straight. He exuded an unstoppable Sword Qi, and even just standing there, he carried an aura of uprightness and integrity.
The group of cultivators blinked subconsciously, confirming that the person in front of them was indeed a cultivator, and not a real divine sword.
"Hahaha, what a coincidence! I've also taken a liking to this lad!" An elder of the Demonic Saber Race chimed in. "If that lad's cultivation technique could be combined with our Demonic Saber Race's ultimate techniques, it would surely trigger an unimaginable transformation, and his strength would undoubtedly advance even further!"
"Young man, let me give you a piece of advice: you should join our Demon Blade Clan! You've all seen the Divine Sword Race; aside from their faster speaking speed, they're definitely lacking compared to our Demonic Saber Race!"
The elder of the Demonic Saber Race spoke bluntly, and upon hearing this, the elder of the Divine Sword Race could only shake his head helplessly.
Clearly, he couldn't possibly take such a funny remark to heart.
Actually, it doesn't matter whether they're with the Divine Sword Race or the Demonic Saber Race right now. The most important thing is to bring Baili Luoxing back first.
"I think this Feng Shenlang is quite good!" Another elder from the divine palace spoke up, his gaze shifting back and forth between Feng Shenlang and Jing Chen.
The elder belonged to a sect that specialized in physical techniques, so he had high hopes for both Jing Chen and Feng Shenlang.
However, he still chose Feng Shenlang over Jing Chen Feng Shenlang, for no particular reason other than that their sect was a genuine Buddhist monk's sect.
The sect was huge, but it was entirely composed of male disciples; there were no female disciples at all.
It is said that their sect's cultivation methods are not suitable for female disciples, which is why they have never considered female disciples.
However, the elder was immediately amazed by Jing Chen's talent, so he still felt a little regretful.
"We want Murong Liu!" another faction chimed in, not to be outdone.
The cultivators watching below couldn't help but exchange bewildered glances, thinking to themselves, "Good heavens, these cultivators from the Twelve Divine Palaces are truly ruthless!"
From the outset, they requested almost exclusively Dao-Attained Cultivator; how could the people of the Mountain of Dao Attainment possibly agree to that?
"This person is an anomaly of my Supreme Phoenix Clan. My clan will do anything to exterminate him. I urge you to hand him over, fellow Daoist."
Unexpectedly, the members of the Supreme Phoenix Clan also spoke, their gazes falling on the Demon Race peacock who had appeared at the beginning.
The cultivators then realized that the other party was not a peacock in disguise, but Supreme Phoenix that had mutated.
No wonder it possessed such immense power before!
The twelve divine palaces, apart from the Underworld, all the other forces spoke up, each requesting disciples of considerable strength.
Judging from their united and indignant demeanor, they were clearly well-prepared.
It's more accurate to say that their initial reluctance to intervene at Mountain of Dao Attainment's enrollment ceremony, thus giving Mountain of Dao Attainment ample face, was all for this moment.
Clearly, these people want to wait until the selection of the people of Mountain of Dao Attainment is completed, so they can sit back and reap the benefits and divide up the spoils of Mountain of Dao Attainment.
Throughout the entire ordeal, none of the elders of Mountain of Dao Attainment uttered a single word.
However, the auras of the nine elders fluctuated simultaneously in unison, like a volcano about to be activated and erupt at any moment.
After a long while, Mountain of Dao Attainment still showed no sign of speaking.
Seeing this, the cultivators of the Supreme Dragon Race could no longer restrain themselves, their gazes fixed on the Elder in blue robes. "What does the Elder think?"
Despite his forceful tone demanding the person, his question to the Grand Elder, "What do you think?" sounded incredibly ironic.
Upon hearing this, the elder in blue robes burst into laughter, his laughter utterly undisguised. "Hahahaha..."
While laughing loudly, the elder in blue robes glanced back and forth between the elders of the Twelve Divine Palaces.
"Interesting, absolutely interesting!"
"You've come to steal my Mountain of Dao Attainment's thunder! But you're nothing but eleven forces; there's no need to touch your core strength. I alone can easily keep you all here!"
After the elder in blue finished speaking, his robes fluttered without wind, and with a loud boom, a terrifying aura erupted from his body.
"Boom... Boom... Boom..."
In an instant, even the heavens trembled uncontrollably, as if they were about to shatter at any moment.
The cultivators of the Twelve Divine Palaces looked at the Elder in blue robes with a gaze that initially held provocation, but gradually turned into disbelief.
After a long while, someone finally spoke in a trembling voice, " Half-Step Primogenitor Realm!"
The Progenitor Realm!
Indeed, after years of arduous cultivation, Elder Qingyi has long since reached the threshold of the Progenitor Realm, and his strength is no longer what it used to be.
"Heh, since you've decided to make a move, do you really think we're unprepared?" A cold laugh rang out, and then a Demonic Shadows drifted out.
In an instant, he seemed to transform into a wisp of black mist, hovering in the void, but without releasing any aura.
With each step the black shadow took forward, the sky would visibly tremble.
" Demonic Domain Immortal World, Half-Step Progenitor!"
Someone looked at the slowly drifting Demonic Shadows and said tremblingly.
After being recognized, the Demonic Shadows didn't get angry but laughed instead, saying with a smile, "That's right, it's me! Seeing how lively things are today, why don't you let this old man join in the fun!"
"Haha, old dog, that's not right of you!" As soon as the dark figure finished speaking, a hearty laugh was heard, and a burly old man with a bare upper body suddenly appeared in the void.
The old man had well-defined muscles and did not look old; on the contrary, he appeared quite energetic.
"A patriarch of the Body Technique Immortal World, Half-Step Primogenitor Realm!"