Chapter 749: Chapter 239: A man should shed blood on the battlefield, wielding a sharp blade that pierces the brilliance of the sun!_2
“And I, am the leader of human cultivators in the Thousand Peak Forest.”
“The Barbarian Clan has suffered a great loss!”
“Bi Tengyi from the Ancient Vine Tribe has fallen, fled with the Nascent Soul. Di Lu from the Cangyue Tribe had already died earlier, without even the Nascent Soul. Only Gu Ya is left to hold the main situation together. As for the Hundred Poison Tribe…”
“I don’t know if Tu Ming has died. If he fell at the hands of Shen Qinghe, then the Hundred Poison Tribe will also face a complete decline, and will have to cede much of their original territory.”
“Even if he hasn’t died, given his performance in this war, he’s almost always been defeated, with a significant fall from grace.”
Lu Hongtu’s heart grew increasingly excited as he thought it over.
The old forces, which originally occupied many territories, have drastically weakened.
The Six Cave Sect and the Pale Barbarian Cultivator Group will surely rise because of the war!
“Army Division Lu, if I were to join your sect, what would I get?” A divine sense secretly transmitted thoughts to Lu Hongtu.
It’s Li Jiuqu!
This Gu Cultivator was countered by Mo Yechen’s parrot in the grand battle, losing many Gu insects, significantly reducing his power and reputation.
He also sees the trend of the Six Cave Sect rising, and actually takes the initiative to request to join.
“With such a strong Demon Path cultivator joining, my Six Cave Sect’s power will surely soar!” Lu Hongtu couldn’t help but feel a burst of joy.
He was about to lead his followers to grand ambitions and had not yet taken actual action, but already had a big win at the opening.
It’s truly wonderful!
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
Nascent Soul True Monarch Bai Ling leaned against a pine tree, looking at the surrounding cultivators.
They were Ju Bing, Qian Ye, and Jin Tunhe.
Bai Ling slowly spoke, “I gathered you because we are all demon cultivators.”
Bai Ling himself was born a white crane, Ju Bing is a mountain boar, Qian Ye is a fox, and Jin Tunhe is a toad.
Ju Bing and Qian Ye focused intently on Bai Ling, while Jin Tunhe yawned, bleary-eyed. He had eaten too much during the battle and continued to hibernate for quick digestion.
Bai Ling glanced at Jin Tunhe, “I’ll keep it brief. This large battle, though the Liangzhu Country army has retreated, they preserved their strength well.”
“Our side has already faced defeat twice on the frontline. The most recent one incurred severe losses.”
“We are demon cultivators, enjoying freedom and solitary lifestyles. But in the future, should Liangzhu Country raise their armies again, would we in the Thousand Peak Forest still have such fortune?”
Ju Bing directly asked, “So, Lord Bai Ling, what do you plan to do?”
Bai Ling smiled slightly, “It’s simple, we need to unite and support each other.”
Qian Ye: “Should we contact the Elephant King? He is a demon cultivator too.”
Bai Ling paused for a moment, “Xiang Yue is currently missing, but given his power, unless encountering Transforming Spirit Level. Let’s discuss then reach out to him.”
Boom boom boom…
Xiang Yue was chasing Ning Zhuo, each step causing the ground to shake with a rumble, dirt and stones scattering, dust billowing.
He transmitted thoughts with his divine sense, “Ning Zhuo, little boy, where do you still want to run? Stop immediately and tell me everything. If you dare play tricks, I will certainly tear you in half!”
Ning Zhuo replied, “Elephant King, don’t rush, we’re still near the battlefield here. Let’s go further away for better security.”
Xiang Yue had already become impatient, “You’ve said this several times now. Do you think this king is easy to fool? Stop right now!”
With that, Xiang Yue suddenly made his move, applying martial arts, speed increasing explosively, taking just a few steps to reach behind Ning Zhuo.
He extended his large hand, directly grabbing toward Ning Zhuo’s neck. If he succeeded, Ning Zhuo would end up like a chick being lifted up.
At the critical moment, a voice suddenly rang out, “Elephant King, calm down.”
Bang.
Zhu Xuanji suddenly appeared, fiercely facing Xiang Yue directly.
The two retreated a step each, forming a standoff.
Xiang Yue looked at Zhu Xuanji with amazement, “A mere Golden Core, able to match me evenly? Who are you?!”
Several divine skills quietly faded from Zhu Xuanji’s body as he shook the numbness from his fists, “I am Zhu Xuanji, a member of the Southern Bean Country Royal Family.”
Xiang Yue contemplated, “Southern Bean Divine Hunter?”
He clenched his fists, “Let’s go again!”
Xiang Yue’s muscles bulged as he applied martial arts, his fists burning with blood flames, and swung them again.
Zhu Xuanji remained fearless, divine skills erupting, a moment of golden light enveloped him, jade energy spread, amidst the gold energy faintly appearing mountain forests, each tree being Golden Branches and Jade Leaves, elegant and noble.
Bang.
The two clashed fiercely again, both retreating, equally matched.
Xiang Yue’s expression turned serious, all because Zhu Xuanji opposed him using only physical body, divine skills, etc., without employing any magic treasures or national artifacts.
“Although I haven’t given my all, that was almost my full power.”
“The key is twice in succession, Zhu Xuanji and I both retreated a step. What does that imply?”
“It implies he also hasn’t given it his all; he just gauges my power and applies the same amount of power!”
With that thought, Xiang Yue softly called out, “Good.”
He dispersed his fists, arms naturally hanging down, swiftly acknowledging Zhu Xuanji, “Was my meeting Red Maple arranged by the Southern Bean Country?”
Zhu Xuanji: “Elephant King, all of this is mere coincidence, and my Southern Bean Country merely nudged along, playing a casual move.”
Xiang Yue’s heart sank, Zhu Xuanji’s candid admission forced him to reevaluate his lovesick dreams.
“Red Maple…” Xiang Yue, being a sentimental type, especially since Red Maple bore his child.
The Pale Barbaric Elephant group struggles with reproduction, Xiang Yue sought the Elephant Vein Fertility Pill multiple times for the sake of tribal propagation.
Moreover, the world adhered to a rule: the higher the cultivation level of existence, the harder it is to propagate bloodline offspring.