Chapter 266

Where is your saint? Could it be that he fled? Haha!

The Dragon-Head Ancestor King looked down on the whole scene, his eyes cold and indifferent, his overwhelming divine might pressing so hard that people could barely breathe, as he laughed wantonly.

Absolutely ridiculous, the human race actually has a saint, and he even fled—do you think that qualifies you to negotiate peace with us?

He wore an air of supreme arrogance; upon hearing this, the human cultivators all changed color—this was a blatant insult and provocation!

He completely disregarded the human race! Unfortunately, the cultivators present dared to be angry but not speak, feeling utterly stifled.

Below a saint, all are ants; even if thousands of sect leaders rushed forward together, it would be useless, unable to withstand a single finger of the ancestor king, and in an instant they would be ground to ashes!

Maybe the Barbarian King just went out, he didn't flee; plus, the manifest decree of the Wushi Great Emperor has appeared—aren't you afraid the Great Emperor will manifest?

Some senior human powerhouses could not bear the humiliation; even at the risk of being struck down, they stepped forward without hesitation.

Haha, you bunch of ants, you don't really think the Wushi ghost is still alive, do you? He has been dead for tens of thousands of years!

The Dragon-Head Ancestor King laughed without restraint; it was precisely because he firmly believed the Wushi Great Emperor had passed away that he dared to act so overbearing.

Besides him, many other ancestor kings also firmly believed the Wushi Great Emperor had passed away; no matter how strong an individual is, it's impossible to live over ten thousand years!

Not even an ancient great emperor could! The Heavenly Prince and Yuan Gu, not far away, sneered coldly, their eyes playful as they swept over Ye Fan and his companions.

How boring, you humans are just as cowardly as ever, only able to become our vassals.

These words were like sharp knives, viciously stabbing into everyone's hearts, an extreme sense of suffocation that made many people's eyes redden.

Now that the Ten-Thousand-Clans Assembly is about to convene, you, as an ancient king, lack self-respect—why are you so overbearing?

The barbarian race is straightforward and resolute; unable to bear such a scene, the old clan chief resolutely stepped forward to confront the primeval ancestor king.

In the primeval era, when your human race first arrived on this ancient star, you could only be vassals and food—what right do you have to stand equal with us? Hahaha, what, you're dissatisfied, still naively believing the Wushi ghost could come save you? He's probably long since rotted into bone dust!

The Dragon-Head Ancient King laughed grimly, his tone of contempt and disdain utterly undisguised.

This is not only an insult to the human race, but also an insult to the Wushi Great Emperor! 'You are insulting the human race's great emperor; soon you will surely turn to ashes!'

The barbarian clan chief trembled with rage all over his body.

Where did this filthy thing come from, daring to speak so brazenly? Your lowly bloodline, in the primeval era, couldn't even earn a title!

Just then, a vast black mist surged forth, demonic energy soaring into the sky, condensing into a divine martial dog's head.

That head, with its square shape and large ears, bore a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen all the vicissitudes of time, profound beyond compare, glancing askance at the Dragon-Head Ancestor King.

It's that dead… no, it's the Black Emperor!

Li Heishui and the others were stunned, then immediately became excited; after many years, they finally saw that troublesome big black dog again! 'Who am I supposed to be? Just an ordinary primeval clan, not even a royal family, yet I'm enough to make a ruckus here?'

Back when the Wushi Great Emperor was alive, all clans submitted; if your clan dared utter a single word, you would have been wiped out with a flick of a finger.

The Black Emperor's expression was solemn, his voice like rolling heavenly thunder, resounding throughout this heaven and earth.

He had originally planned to hide in the distance and wait quietly for Yang Zhu to arrive, but hearing someone insult the Wushi Great Emperor made him jump with anger, and he could no longer stay seated.

Upon hearing this, the cultivators present felt their spirits surge, as the Black Emperor said: the human race must not be insulted, and the Wushi Great Emperor absolutely cannot be desecrated!

Hahaha, you pretenders of divine tricks—I'd like to see what you're capable of!

Upon hearing that, the Dragon-Head Ancestor King's face alternated between green and white, his gaze turning cold; he struck out with a holy might from afar, instantly dispelling the black mist.

At the end of a mountain range outside Yaochi, the formation patterns under the big black dog's feet were completely destroyed, and all phenomena vanished.

Damn it! If the imperial prince hadn't remained in seclusion, I would surely have flayed him, torn out his tendons, then tossed him into the oil pot to deep-fry!

The big black dog cursed and raved, his black fur standing on end from anger.

Dog Emperor, calm your anger; the imperial prince said he would definitely come, and he will surely be here—it's just that the timing isn't right yet.

The twelve half-saints are each no pushovers, yet toward Yang Zhu and the Black Emperor they have absolutely no temper, gently advising in a harmonious manner.

Putting on airs, that's all the human race is capable of.

However one puts it, the Dragon-Head Ancestor King is a mighty figure of an era; how could he be intimidated by that scene just now? His gaze immediately turned even colder.

Bang!

He pointed a finger, shaking the barbarian chief—a great accomplished king—so that he coughed up blood in large mouthfuls and stumbled backward.

You're bullying people too much!

At this moment the Barbarian King appeared, making no other move, merely taking off his hat; atop his head lay a black turtle.

Hum...

That was a black turtle; it extended a pitch-black claw, the void collapsing as it lunged to grab the Dragon-Head Ancestor King.

Crack!

The black claw was terrifyingly strong; it seized the finger he had pointed out, then snapped it off, blood flowing freely.

I actually got hurt by a turtle?

The Dragon-Head Ancestor King kept retreating, his eyes wide with shock; he never expected the barbarian tribe to harbor a saint-level divine turtle! 'What… it actually snapped off an ancient king's finger?'

Even on the human side, everyone was surprised; having thought the Barbarian King was the strongest, they now learned there was also such a divine beast.

Damn your mother, I am Xuanwu, the great Xuanwu!

That pitch-black turtle, like the barbarians, was crude and rash, with a very sharp tone.

Afterward, amid everyone's astonished gaze, the black turtle and the Dragon-Head Ancient King launched into a great battle.

That divine turtle's strength was terrifying; with two palms it slapped the opponent to the ground and left on his face a turtle-branded mark symbolizing insult.

If you've got the guts, come out and fight me!

The Dragon-Head Ancient King glared with fury, nearly driven mad; who would have thought that, intending to crush the human race's prestige, he would instead become a laughingstock?

Damn your mother, afraid you won't make it.

The black turtle showed no fear, immediately leaving Yaochi to battle the Dragon-Head Ancient King for over a hundred rounds.

Yet the divine turtle's strength surpassed theirs by a notch; the opponent was forced into constant retreat, yet could do nothing against it, all attacks blocked by the dark runes on its shell.

The great Xuanwu is enraged; he will blast you to dust with the Overlord God Fist!

The divine turtle was dominant, beating that ancient king into a sorry rout; in the end he exhausted all his secret arts, to no avail, and was blown apart alive by the turtle.

Finally, even the primordial spirit could not escape, being shattered into pieces.

Remember, I am the great Black Tortoise.

After the great battle ended, the divine turtle was meticulous, letting the ancient creatures fall silent; one of their powerful ancestral kings was just killed like that.

They felt as if a huge stone weighed on their hearts, very uncomfortable, and their faces all looked grim.

On the human side, the atmosphere eased considerably, and everyone was drinking freely.

Dang dang dang…

The sun set westward, just as night fell, the divine bell rang incessantly; then, a mighty sage's power spread across heaven and earth, overwhelmingly pressing down!

On the horizon at the skyline, seven figures approached side by side, each extremely majestic, like a demonic mountain, exuding an overwhelming pressure.

Seven, indeed seven ancient sages, they strolled from the horizon, instantly drawing everyone's gaze. Whether human or ancient beings, they could not stay calm, all wanting to know which side those seven belonged to.

Only when those figures drew near did people see their appearance clearly, and the entire venue fell silent instantly.

In an instant, the air seemed to solidify, a pin drop could be heard, because those several majestic figures were all ancient ancestral kings……

On the human side, hearts sank to the bottom, icy cold; even if the divine turtle were stronger, how could they face seven ancestral kings?!

They are ancient ancestral kings!

Among the ancient creatures, some shouted excitedly, with continuous 'plop' sounds, most of them prostrating themselves.

The myriad clans' conference is about to begin; please, a few ancestral kings, enter.

Someone voiced a welcome, but those seven ancient kings acted as if they hadn't heard, giving no response, treating them as nothing.

A few ancient kings have arrived, truly making the conference splendid and colorful; please quickly move inside.

The human sect leader stepped forward, lowering his posture, wanting to invite them in, but their response remained a cold indifference.

For a moment, their figures froze in place, their whole bodies feeling icy cold.

The seven ancient kings stood like several demonic mountains, their expressions cold; this was not a deliberate act, but rather a natural manifestation.

But it is precisely this different world's gaze, overlooking the human posture, that makes people's hearts feel even colder.

It's as if the two worlds have no intersection! Unlike the restless Dragon-Head Ancestral King, it is precisely this that makes the human side feel even more awe and dread.

I have seen a few ancestral kings.

Only when the heavenly prince stepped forward to pay respects did the seven lightly nod.

Since you came to attend the Yaochi Grand Assembly, why not come in to discuss world affairs? What a big pretense.

The black divine turtle's face was solemn.

What kind of assembly is this, not even a single person who can stand on equal footing with us?

One ancient king spoke, his gaze still cold, not putting anyone present in his eyes.

Upon hearing this, the humans felt icy in their hearts; despite their vast numbers, they had not a single sage, and had to rely on a divine turtle to step forward—how could they not feel stifled? 'And what about me? Will you not also count me among the ants?'

You killed an ancestral king; indeed you have some skill, we are about to learn from you.

Without further nonsense, the great battle was about to erupt.

Boom!

At first only one ancestral king stepped forward, launching a fierce attack, but the black divine turtle swung a paw, sending the opponent retreating dozens of bu.

Not bad strength; how about I give it a try too?

Another ancient king stepped forward, each step filled with killing intent, extremely dangerous, yet the divine turtle still held the upper hand, and soon that one too was driven back.

But later, three more ancient kings joined; together they unleashed terrifying divine laws with every gesture, causing the heavens to collapse and sway on the brink of falling.

Even the black divine turtle, strong as it was, could not withstand so many joining forces; soon it suffered heavy blows, coughing up blood profusely and flying sideways.

He struggled to rise, then directly clashed with five ancient kings again; the outcome was predictable, and he suffered another heavy blow.

Crack crack…

A faint sound came, the turtle shell cracked in many places; without the black runes protecting it, it would likely have been shattered to pieces.

This time, the divine turtle expended much energy to barely climb up, but now had no strength left to fight.

'When a vast human race needs a turtle to guard it, is extinction still far away?'

The seven ancient kings made no further moves, their bodies standing firm like demonic mountains, as if nothing could shake them.

'The Beginningless Great Emperor has passed away; do you really intend to rely on this turtle to uphold the last shred of dignity?'

'The myriad clans' gathering is truly a joke, not even a single person who can stand on equal footing with us—what qualification do they have to discuss the coexistence of all clans?'

These words were like a sharp blade piercing every heart; at this moment, all human cultivators felt their blood surge, wishing to charge forward immediately.

But what would that change? Beneath a sage, all are ants; even if myriad sect leaders joined forces, they could not withstand an ancestral king's casual strike.

The humans even lacked the confidence to rebut, hearts filled with despair; if only a human sage would step out now, how wonderful that would be……

Dong!

Dong……

Suddenly, a footstep sounded from the ends of heaven and earth, the setting sun like blood, scattering across the sky, staining the land with a red glow.

At the ends of heaven and earth, a white-clad figure was walking step by step, surpassing snow, heroic aura pressing, peerless elegance!

When they saw clearly, many of the human cultivators present actually cried at that moment, their eye sockets moist, tears continually rolling.

They did not know whether they were excited, happy, or stifled; a complex feeling surged in their hearts.

That figure was not an ancestral king, but a human, a sage of humanity!

That figure's white clothes were like snow, his posture tall and straight, the evening glow splashed onto his body, as if a layer of flowing divine radiance.

A peerless figure who had disappeared for many years reappeared before the world at this moment.

He is none other than the peerless God King—Jiang Tai Xu!

"It is the Jiang family God King, a holy one of our clan!"

"Peerless God King!"

People were excited, shouting; a breath in their hearts finally found release, no longer suppressing their hearts.

That joy and excitement, overflowing in words, unable to be concealed, many people had tears in their eyes! ", a different kind of saint, how shall I address you?"

The seven ancestor kings first showed a serious expression, quite appreciatively sized up the other party up and down, and spoke.

"Jiang Tai Xu."

The god king spoke calmly, there was not a trace of holy might on him, nor any intimidating aura spreading, but merely by standing there he could make people feel at ease.

"No, what Dao have you proven? It is absolutely stronger than an ordinary sage." That ancient king said in a deep voice.

"The times are different; every human sage is extraordinary."

Jiang God King said blandly.

However, as soon as these words were spoken, they were like a thunderbolt, causing several of the ancient kings present to startle, their faces changing for the first time.

And those primordial creatures were equally shocked; that someone could make the ancestor kings value him greatly is enough to show his strength.

Now differs from the past; as the world order has changed, those who have cut the Dao are already as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns, let alone speaking of a sage.

In this great background, those who achieve sagehood are each incomparable, extraordinary; as soon as one appears, they are astonishingly splendid.

"The myriad clans' grand gathering is about to start; won't you all go in and take a seat?"

The god king's posture is upright, his white clothes like snow, his words very peaceful.

(End of chapter)