Chapter 572: Are These Two Brothers Putting On a Two-Man Act?

"I concede."

Di Jun withdrew the starlight, and the River Chart and Luo Book vanished into the crown of his head.

He still bore that same detached, carefree air, as if just now he had merely crushed an ant to death.

Minghe Laozu's face cycled green and white; he glanced at Di Jun, then at the countless gazes below gloating over his misfortune, and in the end said not a word, transforming into a streak of blood light and fleeing back to the Blood Sea in sorry state.

Consecutive battles, consecutive victories.

And all by overwhelming force.

Di Jun's prestige, at this moment, reached its peak.

Beneath the high platform, no one dared utter a sound.

Everyone was cowed by that invincible aura.

"Anyone else?"

Di Jun's gaze slowly swept across the entire assembly, finally settling on the Twelve Ancestral Witches.

The meaning was self-evident.

"Hmph, what's there to be smug about!"

Zhu Rong let out a cold snort and was about to step forward.

"Zhu Rong, come back."

Di Jiang stopped him.

"Eldest Brother?" Zhu Rong was baffled.

"We are no match for him." Di Jiang's voice was somewhat hoarse. "At least, in single combat, we are not."

Zhu Rong fell silent.

Even the steadiest Eldest Brother spoke so; Di Jun's strength had likely surpassed their imagination.

Just when everyone thought this Discussion of the Dao Grand Assembly would end as Di Jun's solo act.

At the horizon, two auspicious clouds drifted over leisurely.

Atop the clouds stood two peerlessly beautiful women.

Precisely Xi He and Changxi, who had rushed over from the Taiyin Star.

Their appearance added a splash of brilliance to the originally grim scene.

The gazes of countless great powers were all drawn over.

"It's the two Goddesses of the Taiyin Star!"

"Why have they come too?"

Di Jun's gaze also fell upon Xi He.

When he saw that clear, cold, peerless face, his heart, for no reason, gave a sudden throb.

This is... the future Heavenly Queen Younger Brother spoke of?

Truly, beauty unmatched in the age.

On the Soft Couch, Gu Yuan opened one eye, glanced at the sky, then at his own elder brother's somewhat fixed stare, and the corner of his mouth curled into a smile.

Xi He and Changxi descended not far from the high platform.

Changxi curiously sized up the surroundings, her gaze finally landing on Gu Yuan, and she winked at him.

Xi He, however, looked directly at Di Jun, speaking in a clear, cold voice.

"Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor, this humble woman is Xi He; there is a matter I do not understand, and I wish to request Your Majesty's guidance."

Di Jun returned to his senses; he looked at Xi He, a gentle smile appearing on his face.

"Fairy, please speak."

"Your Majesty convened this assembly, stating clearly that whoever can endure three hundred moves may obtain the Three Light Divine Water." Xi He asked, "But if no one can endure three hundred moves, what then becomes of this divine water?"

This question voiced the thoughts of everyone present.

Indeed, judging by Di Jun's bearing, forget three hundred moves — thirty moves would be hard.

Could it be this Three Light Divine Water was merely brought out for show, never intended to be given away?

Hearing this, Di Jun laughed heartily.

"Fairy asks well."

He scanned the assembly and declared in a clear voice: "We convened this assembly to seek a true friend for Our Yao Clan."

"This Three Light Divine Water, We shall bestow it today without fail."

"But not to one who can stand against Us as an enemy."

With that, he turned, walked to Gu Yuan's Soft Couch, and before the astonished gazes of all, personally presented that bottle of Three Light Divine Water, holding it up before Gu Yuan.

"Rather, to the most honored, most wise Donghuang of Our Yao Clan!"

"With Donghuang in Our Yao Clan, why would We need outsiders' aid!"

"This Three Light Divine Water rightfully belongs to Donghuang!"

This maneuver directly stunned everyone present into dumbfounded silence.

Set up his own stage, fought it out himself, then awarded the grand prize to his own younger brother?

Can it even be played like this?

At the foot of Mount Buzhou, all the great powers who had come to observe the ceremony found their minds unable to process the turn.

They had seen arrogant ones, but never this arrogant.

They had seen protective ones, but never this protective.

Build his own stage, perform his own play, defeat all comers under heaven, then stuff the biggest victory prize straight into his own younger brother's hands?

What does this count as?

Fat water doesn't flow to outsiders' fields?

"Shameless! Utterly shameless!"

In the Wu Clan Camp, Zhu Rong shouted furiously, pointing at Di Jun on the high platform and cursing: "Di Jun, you bald bird, do you still want face? The agreed Discussion of the Dao Grand Assembly, and it turns out you're just putting on a show here yourself?"

Gonggong also wore a face of disdain: "Can't beat the twelve of us yourself, so you come up with this trick to gild your own face, truly laughable."

Among the crowd below, discussions rose in waves.

"This... this Heavenly Emperor is too unscrupulous, isn't he?"

"Right, treating us all like monkeys?"

"Ran here for nothing, and watched a joke."

Various voices of dissatisfaction and mockery rose and fell.

However, on the high platform, Di Jun turned a deaf ear to these sounds.

He merely looked at Gu Yuan with eyes full of doting, and held out that jade bottle emitting a soft glow — the Three Light Divine Water — before him.

"Younger Brother, this was originally bestowed upon you by the Ancestor of the Dao; now, the object returns to its original master."

Gu Yuan sat up from the Soft Couch. He glanced at that bottle of Three Light Divine Water, then at Di Jun, and let out a light sigh.

He did not reach to take it.

Instead he extended his hand, and pushed that jade bottle back.

"Elder Brother, this thing, I cannot accept."

Gu Yuan's voice was not loud, yet it clearly reached the entire venue.

Di Jun froze: "Why?"

"Elder Brother convened this assembly, words become law, witnessed by all under heaven. If today no one can win, yet Elder Brother privately bestows this on me, wouldn't that make your Heavenly Emperor's majesty a laughingstock for all under heaven?"

Gu Yuan shook his head. He stood, walked to the edge of the high platform, his gaze calmly sweeping over all the mighty figures below harboring discontent.

"My Yao Clan Heavenly Court, words spoken must be acted upon."

"Today, since no one can defeat Elder Brother, this Three Light Divine Water cannot be given away."

His voice carried an undeniable decisiveness.

The clamorous discussions below gradually quieted down.

Everyone looked at this youth with pale complexion and weak breath, yet who dared openly "defy" the Heavenly Emperor on such an occasion, their eyes filled with shock and doubt.

Are these brothers putting on an act?

"Elder Brother, I know what you're thinking," Gu Yuan cut him off. He turned, looked at Di Jun, a trace of amusement in his eyes. "Younger Brother's life is tough as nails, can't die."

"Elder Brother forgot, my Yao Clan Heavenly Court, what we lack least now is all manner of heavenly materials and earthly treasures. A mere bottle of Three Light Divine Water isn't enough to make Younger Brother bat an eye."

These words out, the whole venue erupted again.

What a big tone!

That's Three Light Divine Water! The Great Wasteland's top-tier healing holy medicine!

In his mouth, it actually became a "mere" thing?

"This kid, probably slept muddle-headed, talking nonsense here." Someone muttered quietly.

"Right, even acting has to have a limit."

Even the Twelve Ancestral Witches, their gazes toward Gu Yuan were like looking at a fool.

Only Di Jun, after hearing Gu Yuan's words, first froze, then as if realizing something, his eyes burst forth with unprecedented brilliant light.

He understood!

Younger Brother this is...