Chapter 267: with translation of chapter title

Here, no one can sit as equals with us; is there any point in going in?

The seven Ancient Kings spoke as before, only now they were much less aloof.

Because now, a human Saint stands before them, and moreover, one who has entered this realm after the change of heavenly and earthly laws, which is quite stunning and extraordinary.

How about we sit and discuss the Dao together?

The God King's expression was calm; he had long anticipated that getting the other side to sit down peacefully to discuss the Myriad Races Grand Assembly would be no easy task.

I was just about to ask for your guidance!

The seven Ancient Kings nodded, and at once one of them made a move.

He rushed toward the white-clad God King, his hand like cast gold, flowing with divine radiance; with a single grasp, the void was split into countless black fine lines.

Immediately, the divine wings trembled, countless laws appeared, condensing into a divine sword of the Heavenly Dao, which came down in a sudden strike! This forefather king valued it greatly, holding nothing back, launching his strongest attack right away—'Boom!'

In response, the white-clad God King made only one motion, his finger like a blade, slicing downward; with a clear clang, the Heavenly Dao divine sword was broken.

The divine sword shattered, finally turning into splendid divine light that vanished into the void.

The God King raised one hand, shaking the opponent into repeated retreat, his expression horrified.

Hum… Boom!

This time, the remaining six Ancient Kings joined forces, attacking the God King in an attempt to suppress him together.

'Boundless Light, Boundless Calamity, Boundless Energy, Eternal Suppression!'

The forefather kings shouted in unison, their voices echoing through heaven and earth, a rumbling thunder; no one knows how far it carried, shaking the clouds at the horizon apart.

This was a peerlessly powerful assault, various divine lights converging together, emitting a supreme pressure that made everyone's hearts tremble, daring not to look directly.

The white-clad God King's hair flew as he moved his hands, evolving the Battle Saint Method, this world's foremost Meritorious Combat Saint Technique.

Finally, a radiant divine furnace appeared in the God King's right hand, adorned with many patterns, among which the carved divine bird and sun were the most lifelike.

'Eternal Universe Furnace? You brought an Extreme Dao Imperial Armament here?'

'No, this must have been evolved from a Supreme Secret Technique!'

The six forefather kings felt a chill in their hearts, a sense of helplessness welling up.

But soon they sensed something odd, discovering that the blood-red divine furnace was not itself an Imperial Armament, which let them breathe a sigh of relief.

The crystal-clear divine furnace pressed down; no matter how blazing the Boundless Light, it could not be matched.

Here, everywhere was a rain of light, those being the aftereffects of the forefather kings' attacks being shattered and drifting down.

Finally, the six forefather kings could no longer support themselves, their knees buckling, their bodies unable to stay upright, nearly kneeling.

'The God King truly lives up to the words "peerless"!'

The spectators were all excited, their blood surging, wishing the God King would slay those few Ancient Kings to extinguish the ancients' arrogance! Finally, the seventh Ancient King made a move, he was more terrifying than anyone else.

His fingertips were a vast expanse of Boundless Light, as if he were opening up the universe.

'Boom—!'

In response, the God King continued to control the divine furnace pressing down, as if nothing could withstand it, with no rival, nothing able to oppose it.

In a heaven-shaking collision, the Grand Dao laws rumbled, the void collapsed, even the formation patterns inside the Jade Pool nearly torn open at a corner.

You should know, part of the formations here were carved by the Queen Mother of the West, specifically opened as a battlefield for Saints; one can imagine how terrifying the clash on the field now is.

Finally, the fiery red divine furnace's boundless might, together with the last Ancient King, suppressed them all.

During this, the seven ancient clans exhausted all means, deploying every supreme Shen Gong to no avail, unable to resist, their bodies bent under the divine furnace's fall.

'Peerless God King!'

People exclaimed in disbelief, unable to believe that the God King alone had suppressed the seven Ancient Kings! Yet just as the seven forefather kings were about to drop to their knees, about to be slain by the divine furnace, the God King withdrew his hand, not killing them.

'Why hold back when striking?'

The strongest of the Ancient Kings was puzzled; just now, if the other side had struck, they could certainly have killed them on the spot, yet they did not.

Including the myriad human heroes, they also felt it was a missed opportunity; just now it had been a perfect chance to kill a few forefather kings, reducing future troubles.

'If we keep killing like this, when will it end? This is the Myriad Races Grand Assembly, not a slaughter convention.'

The God King wore the sunset, his white clothes like snow; upon hearing this, the seven Ancient Kings fell silent, their hearts unable to calm.

'We have lost; thank you for your mercy in not killing us!'

At this moment, the seven Saints actually bowed together in salute, shocking everyone.

Whether ancient clan or human heroes, all were dumbstruck; such mighty forefather kings, with an unyielding pride, unexpectedly would submit to a single person.

Only then did people suddenly realize that subduing through non-killing far surpasses displaying force and arrogance in deterrent power!

In this battle, the white-clad God King killed no enemy, his garments unstained by blood, yet he was destined to shake the world, astonish the myriad races, and be revered by all!

'We underestimated the human race; you are a true sovereign.'

The seven Saints once again paid their respects to the God King, then prepared to turn and depart.

'You've all come; why not go in and take a seat?'

Finally, the God King kept a few of them behind, entering the Jade Pool with him to sit facing each other.

During this, the seven said that besides them, many others still do not believe the Beginningless Great Emperor is still alive; those beings, compared to the seven of us, are only stronger, not weaker? And tomorrow, they will arrive.

Many, upon thinking of this matter, felt heavy-hearted, unable to sleep.

At the moment the sun rises, an unknown fate awaits each person; can the God King alone stand against the world? Yet whatever is destined to come will come; when the morning light of the next day again falls upon the ground, the Divine Bell does not sound its long chime, and another great figure arrives.

'Negotiations... the weak only have this word, what do you have to negotiate with me?'

Outside the Jade Pool, three tall figures arrived with ill intent, their voices extremely cold.

They moved like dragons and tigers, all clad in battle armor, icy and cold, flashing metallic luster, their armor forged of divine gold, all of saintly grade.

Afterward, more forefather kings arrived; in total, there were eleven of them.

You should know, these are all Ancient Kings, Saint-level terrifying existences, and eleven of them descended at once! Saintly might swept over, covering heaven and earth, everyone fell into despair; with so many forefather kings, how could we resist?

As soon as they appeared, countless beings dropped to their knees, utterly unable to bear this overwhelming pressure.

The aura of the ancient great emperor—could that be the legendary Xi Huang Ta? I can't see it clearly, but I truly wish to place it in my palm and examine it closely.

After these eleven entered, they faced the Xi Huang Ta with no pressure whatsoever, acting as if no one else were present, pointing out the Yaochi Pure Land.

People's hearts shook violently—was this a provocation? Perhaps such an event will truly occur soon, attacking the human race's vital stronghold to seize the imperial weapons!

One ancient king warned, 'Say less, just in case this tower falls—we would all be reduced to flying ash.'

Another sage, however, said, 'Yaochi can certainly do this; at the very least we have two ancient imperial weapons aimed at this place—if we really fight, who will end up as calamitous ash is uncertain.' On the Heaven-Reaching Platform, eleven sages and one man and one turtle faced off, the atmosphere congealed to the extreme.

'What equality? Humans will never have that qualification!'

'Such a vast human race has produced only one sage and a turtle—you have no right to consult with us.'

These eleven kings are none of them pushovers, and they all firmly believe the Beginningless Great Emperor has already passed into nirvana; their speech is extremely hard‑lined, and their tone carries contempt.

'Our human race is not inferior to anyone; if we truly compare credentials, if our human emperor were still alive, would you dare to have such confidence?'

The black divine turtle had already taken human form; although he wore a solemn expression, his aura remained undiminished.

Things have come to this; there is no room for negotiation—war is imminent! The white‑clad god king, his white robes fluttering, alone faced three ancient kings, opening with the Boundless Divine Principle strike, terrifying to the extreme.

Those three ancient kings were like demon gods—tall and sturdy, demonic qi swirling around them, far surpassing any ancient kings who had come before! 'In the primordial era, the human race was a subordinate clan of powerful great ancestors, surviving only under their protection; after so many ages, nothing has changed—we are destined to kneel at the feet of the strong.'

One ancient king sneered, intentionally disturbing the god king's state of mind, causing his divine principle to fluctuate, seeking an opportunity to strike.

'Very well, a battle of life and death!'

The god king said, still utterly calm, yet his strike became even more terrifying; in the blink of an eye they had exchanged over a hundred rounds!

Pfft!

Soon, one ancient king was punched through by the white‑clad god king; his arm trembled, and both his flesh and primordial spirit were annihilated, turning into a mist of blood! In this life‑and‑death battle, the god king held back nothing—every strike was a killing move.

After only a few dozen rounds, the remaining two were also shattered by his fist, body and spirit destroyed, falling here.

The remaining eight ancient kings fell silent; to say they weren't shocked would be a lie—after all, those were three ancient kings, slain right before their eyes! 'Can we sit down and talk properly?'

The god king's white robes stained with blood bore a distinct bearing; the bloody scene beneath his feet only heightened his divine presence.

Besides their shock, more and more ancient kings arrived in succession, each immensely powerful, as if they were the masters of a realm of heaven and earth.

Hahaha!

Suddenly, a cold laugh came from the horizon, sweeping in all directions, sending chills through the crowd, and two even more powerful forefather kings arrived! 'A swarm of ants, mere vassals—yet you dare to discuss great affairs of all races with the noble primordial royal clan?'

More and more ancient kings arrived, each a supreme being capable of looking down upon a region.

Finally, seventeen ancient kings stood side by side, like a glimpse of the Heaven-Reaching Demon Mountain, impossible to surpass!

Moreover, this does not yet count the seven ancient kings who had already arrived yesterday……

When they saw the black Heaven-Reaching Platform, with the god king alone facing seventeen ancient kings, a feeling of desolation and helplessness spread through every heart.

Everyone's heart turned completely cold; given the number of ancient kings, even if the white‑clad god king were stunningly talented, he could not withstand so many.

A deep sense of powerlessness, nearly despairing, gave the human race a strong feeling of suffocation, so much that they lacked even the courage to lift their heads.

'Really, I'm a bit disappointed—has the human race fallen short of the primordial era? I recall there were several sages back then, yet now only this one remains in the whole world?'

Accompanying those cold words, an ancient king descended from the heavens, like an evil god breaking free from the underworld's cage, stirring up torrents of demonic qi, a pair of bat wings black as ink.

'The Taimei Forefather King has arrived!'

The remaining ancient kings were startled, stepping back a few paces to make room—clearly this person's background is not trivial.

'The Blood Lightning Forefather King has arrived!'

'The Verdant Vine Forefather King has also arrived!'

'And the Haoyang Forefather King too!'

The dragon spear split the sky, the bronze battle armor gleamed, radiant divine splendour blazed……

As various heaven‑shaking phenomena appeared, four even more powerful ancient kings arrived; the earlier ancient kings all felt awe and unconsciously stepped to the rear.

Twenty‑one ancient king commanders—this is practically a dead end! 'To have a corresponding say, one must display equal strength.'

The Taimei Ancient King spoke coldly; with a flap of his bat wings behind him, torrents of demonic qi surged forth, terrifying and frightening.

The white‑clad god king knew he could not retreat; there was only one path……

'No choice left, then—let's fight.'

His voice was very soft, yet it startled like a stone breaking the heavens, shaking everyone's ears with a humming resonance.

Jiang the God King sat cross‑legged in the void; before him appeared an ancient zither, which he lightly plucked, sending forth a divine sound that echoed through heaven and earth.

Instantly, heavenly petals fluttered down, each crystal‑clear and lovely, dripping with charm, drifting through the world, making the white‑clad god king appear even more transcendent.

'Kill him!'

An ancient king shouted in a low voice, having sensed the unusual nature of this melody; his heart trembled, and he immediately prepared to strike, hoping to stop whatever was happening.

Pfft!

The string's lingering tone moved, its sound carrying across myriad miles of mountains and rivers; the ancient king who rushed forward exploded into a mist of blood that drifted away.

'What's going on?'

The other ancient kings were horrified, still not understanding what had happened, when in the next instant another person exploded into a blood mist where he stood and then dissipated.

Crimson spread through the air, a shocking sight!

Within Yaochi, the white‑clad god king gently played the Divine Melody; heavenly flower rain fluttered down, crystal‑clear and translucent, each petal stained with blood.

The string's sound lingered, tranquil and harmonious, like a divine movement containing the truth of heaven and earth, resonating across this sacred land.

Pfft……

Pfft……

Forefather kings rushed forward one after another, but before long they were shattered, turning into a blood mist; only the sky‑filled petals continued to drift down.

In merely a moment, four ancient kings perished; beneath the Divine Melody's tune they became a splendid eternal instant.

'The Divine Sense Melody reappears—indeed, it's an eye‑opener.'

The four most powerful forefather kings spoke, then attacked together; a battle shocking enough to enter the annals of history suddenly erupted! The string's tones rose and fell, no longer gentle but turning sharp, bearing boundless killing intent—'Hum!'

The blood spear assault is fierce, like a blood-colored azure dragon coming into the world; a light shake shatters the void, and a mere wisp of blood aura that bursts out is ten thousand strands thick! 'Pfft…'

The bronze iron armor seems immortal, shining with a metallic luster, having endured countless ages without decay; it is truly an absolute holy weapon.

He casually trembles, and terrifying divine law overflows, slashing toward the white‑clothed God King, terrifying beyond compare.

On the black Dao platform, blood shadows fill the place, chaotic qi surges, myriad endless killing techniques are unleashed, smashing the heavenly dome into collapse.

If this place were not a battlefield specially prepared for sages, a mere wisp of overflowing breath could instantly turn a ten‑thousand‑li mountain range to flying ash.

"Clang clang clang!"

Even in the face of the fierce assault, the white‑clothed God King continues to pluck the zither, heavenly sounds flowing one after another, killing intent surging.

As his fingers move, he traces the trajectory of the Dao; the repeated heavenly sounds contain the divine law, transforming into a Heavenly Dao Divine Sword, which he slashes forth! (End of chapter)