Chapter 2866: Persuade to Surrender

Huangsha Secret Realm, inside the stone clam.

Tongming Zhenjun stared intently at the three figures emerging from the stone wall—Jiǔyōu Dàdì and the others—feeling a chill run down his back.

His heart felt hollow and unsettled; Tongming Zhenjun never expected that even after ascending to the rank of Great Heavenly God, he could still experience this sensation.

At this moment, the Earth Mother sent a voice transmission to He Lingchuan: "The situation in the Panlong Secret Realm is dire—you know that, right?"

Facing the attack of the Jiaolou Heaven, the Panlong Secret Realm can no longer hold. As the master of the Secret Realm, He Lingchuan knows everything happening within it like the back of his hand, including the conversations of He Yue and Ling Jinbao and others.

But he cannot return there now.

If this Great Heavenly Demon is not dealt with, everyone's efforts on the Earth Mother Plain will come to nothing.

So He Lingchuan, with one hand behind his back, quickly made several hand signals toward the Earth Mother.

The Earth Mother understood and immediately said to Tongming Zhenjun:

"You are at death's door. But I likewise give you a chance: if you surrender, we can spare your life."

This is almost exactly what Tongming Zhenjun had said before, returned verbatim.

Tongming Zhenjun shook his head: "Even if you defeat me temporarily, you cannot defeat the Lingxu multitude. When the heavenly gods descend en masse, that will be your doom."

He Lingchuan did not argue with him, only saying: "Whether you die then or die now, it's your choice—pick one."

Facing the Battle Heaven, he had no need to go through all this, for the Battle Heaven would never surrender; but Tongming Zhenjun—this fellow's thoughts are far more complicated, and He Lingchuan believes there is an opportunity, worth a try.

If victory can be achieved without battle, he could now rush to the Panlong Secret Realm!

The Earth Mother even added in a muffled voice: "Let you know, the Sea Emperor Xuandu and the Phantom Music Goddess have already died—earlier than the Battle Heaven!"

Tongming Zhenjun's facial muscles twitched. This skin of his is fine everywhere, but he just doesn't make natural expressions. Even so, his expression once twisted.

The Sea Emperor Xuandu and the Phantom Music Goddess also...?

Of course, just relying on this stone giant himself—how could he have the ability to escape the Dream Divine Kingdom? It must be that Jiǔyōu went to reinforce.

The Phantom Music Goddess was fighting on her home turf, not to mention there was still a True Immortal beside her, yet they were both killed by Jiǔyōu!

Phantom Music, Sea Emperor, Battle Heaven—fallen in succession!

Speaking purely of strength, Tongming Zhenjun knows he is no match for the Sea Emperor and the Battle Heaven. So, is his continued resistance to the end also futile, only to follow in their footsteps?

At this moment, Tongming Zhenjun wavered.

He has already fully descended as a god, leaving no trace behind in the Heavenly Realm; even if he defects to the enemy camp, it would not matter much, only that when the gods descend later, he will have to face accountability from the Lingxu Holy Venerable.

The Holy Venerable is ruthless and merciless, cannot let him have an easy time. But as Jiǔyōu said, later is later, now is now. If he does not nod now, what is there to talk about later?

In his heart, a thousand thoughts turned over and over.

However, Tongming Zhenjun was feeling anxious in his heart when suddenly a divine attendant's whisper came from his ear:

"Heavenly Venerable, Jiǔyōu is seriously injured."

Tongming Zhenjun's eyes narrowed: "What did you say?"

This divine attendant's ability is water control: "I sense he is losing a great deal of blood, merely concealed by illusion, so it cannot be seen from the outside."

Blood is also a liquid.

The blood in the human body basically maintains a fixed amount; too little will inevitably affect movement.

The divine attendant said more clearly: "Jiǔyōu is not only wounded, but his injury is also very difficult to heal, otherwise he would not continue to lose blood."

Tongming Zhenjun's heart suddenly opened up.

Indeed, killing a True Immortal and a True God—such battle results sound off the charts, but even the Lingxu Holy Venerable could not possibly achieve it completely unscathed!

Are the Sea Emperor and Battle Heaven really that easy to kill? Even if Jiǔyōu could slay them, he must have paid a heavy price himself.

Therefore, what Tongming Zhenjun now faces is certainly not the peak-state Jiǔyōu Dàdì.

No wonder this fellow, since his appearance, has only killed the Yunqing God, and at other times does not act, nor even follow the Earth Mother in pursuit—likely because he bears serious injuries, conserving strength wherever possible.

After battling Xuandu and Battle Heaven, how much strength could he possibly have left?

No wonder the Earth Mother suddenly called out to him to surrender—it must be because Jiǔyōu is seriously injured, wanting to deceive him and end this battle at minimal cost.

Tongming Zhenjun, however, is among the foremost True Gods; if he were determined to fight these two to the death, he could also make Jiǔyōu unable to eat enough to wrap around!

Moreover, there is still the Jiaolou Heaven in the Panlong Secret Realm—a Great Heavenly God second only to the Lingxu Holy Venerable!

Thinking of this, Tongming Zhenjun's heart suddenly settled.

His several thousand years of cultivation were nearly deceived by these two.

"Very well, if I cannot win, then I will not fight." Tongming Zhenjun put on a thinking pose, actually slowing his tone: "But you must not harm my life and soul, or else..."

Otherwise, the deathstruggle of a Great Heavenly God would also make Jiǔyōu pay a heavy price.

"Agreed." This demand is quite reasonable.

"You cannot restrict my actions; I must still enjoy the offerings of the Cangyan State."

He Lingchuan's eyes did not move at all: "You're dreaming."

Who is the stronger party, who then has the right to make demands.

Cangyan will not offer sacrifices to heavenly demons—this is a fundamental issue.

Tongming Zhenjun shamelessly shrugged: "Moreover, when the Holy Venerable descends to the mortal realm later, I will not help you either."

He Lingchuan raised his eyebrows—is this fellow deliberately spouting nonsense?

"Fine. You first kill all the other heavenly demons."

All the heavenly demons exclaimed in shock: "Heavenly Venerable, my lord!"

"You really won't budge an inch." Tongming Zhenjun laughed heartily: "You yourself are also seriously injured, yet you dare to speak boldly to me about surrender?"

The soul-capturing mirror on He Lingchuan's body made an "awoo" sound: "He actually saw through it after all—blood demon, you didn't shield your master properly? Deserves a major demerit!"

The blood demon angrily retorted: "How could there be none? Even if Tongming Zhenjun stood before the Emperor, I would still guarantee no flaw shows. But this fellow probably has other secret arts!"

The Great Heavenly Demon's arts are so numerous—he doesn't necessarily need to use his eyes to see.

Frankly speaking, the Battle Heaven in reality is much easier to defeat than the Battle Heaven in the Panlong World.

This was partly because he had already experienced the divine nature and combat techniques of the Hundred Battles Heaven in the Panlong World, and had even become familiar with the rhythm and habits of the Hundred Battles Heaven's attacks. Having had a prior pioneering experience, no matter how the subsequent fights went, they would be much easier.

Secondly, the Hundred Battles Heaven's divine nature was inherently more suited to a vast battlefield teeming with people. He could draw inexhaustible power from there, transforming into a War God who grew stronger the more he fought. Yet on the Earth Mother Plains, the Hundred Battles Heaven had previously been chopping away at the Earth Mother's stone-man avatars and puppets, unable to obtain energy sustenance from flesh-and-blood bodies; although he later killed over a thousand more people, he still did not seem as formidable as the mirror image in the Panlong World.

But even so, he was still the Hundred Battles Heaven, a Heavenly War God in name and in fact! The foundation of being brave and skilled in battle was right there; ordinarily, he could easily slay other Heavenly Demons without needing to wade through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

For He Lingchuan to defeat him fair and square, how could it be possible without paying a price?