Chapter 405: Where is Tiānwú? Where is Zhurong?

Hahaha……

Fengxi laughed loudly; though his body was also bloodied and he had suffered a serious injury, his whole being was beaming with joy, extremely pleased and happy.

That staff strike hit its target; although he exchanged an arm for it, to him it was not a loss!

"Come again! Come again!"

Fengxi shook his body; a flow of blood-light circulated, his wounds healed, severed limbs regenerated, and he ferociously lunged forward again.

"Ah!" Kui Niu the Demon God's hair stood on end with rage; killing intent and anger swept across Chaos, letting all the gods clearly feel the pain in his heart, producing a strange resonance.

Many male Great Luos felt a chill below the waist, their faces changed, and they looked at that battlefield with an indescribable expression.

Speaking of injuries, the aftermath that Fengxi's staff strike brought to Kui Niu was not particularly severe.

They exchanged wound for wound, limb for limb; Fengxi lost a hand, and strictly speaking he was still at a slight loss.

Fortunately, they are all exalted Great Luos; even regenerating from a drop of blood is effortless, let alone this minor injury.

But some accounts cannot be calculated so simply.

After all.

Besides physical injury, there is another kind of harm, belonging to 'mental' injury.

It is like a game: when two Great Luo players cannot kill each other's true selves by following the network line, how many times they abuse the opponent with skill in the game is of little use.

As long as one's skin is thick enough, adhering to the mental victory method makes everything irrelevant.

But!

When combat is no longer limited to technique, not seeking to block springs to abuse novices, but instead begins with global typing, displaying splendid 'verbal' greetings, that kind of... nature begins to change.

"You brat! You're vile! Shameless!" Kui Niu the Great Sage's wounds had healed, but the pain remained in his heart; now his eyes were blood-red, he felt countless sympathetic gazes upon him, stimulating a mental explosion: 'As a Great Luo, yet you commit such despicable acts!'

"I'm stronger than you!" Fengxi bellowed, his tone exalted: "You lunatic diagnosed with mad cow disease, whenever you have a psychotic break or go berserk, what right do you have to criticize me!"

He blocked the descending blade's light with a staff, let out a muffled grunt, blood spilled from his mouth and nose, yet his expression was very exultant: "Having a psychosis certificate is awesome!"

"I have one too!"

"I have just entered demonhood, being controlled by the demon ancestor Luo Hou, which is why I unleashed that strike... If you have any objections, feel free to go question the demon ancestor!"

"I've said my piece!"

"From now on, whenever I see you, I'll do this to you once each time!"

"Sensible ones, upon seeing me from afar, should roll as far away as possible!"

Fengxi shouted loudly, pouring oil on the fire with all his might.

"Roar!" Kui Niu bellowed; his killing intent grew more violent, and the whole god became even more frenzied.

Countless lethal divine abilities swept violently, reducing the battlefield where the two fought to ruin and collapse.

Fortunately, their battlefield lay within this Chaos.

If it were situated in the Honghuang realms?

A single raging Great Luo, unchecked, could who knows how many star seas sink, how many mountains and rivers shatter, cause the vast seas to boil and overflow, making the common folk wail helplessly.

How much killing karma would arise from that.

But at this moment, all of these offensives are directed solely at Fengxi, vowing to hack him to pieces.

Even if that extent cannot be achieved, they must repay eye for eye, tooth for tooth, returning exactly the mental harm Fengxi inflicted upon them.

Kui Niu the Demon God learned too quickly; his blade-light condensed into a blazing sun, descending upon Fengxi, likewise focusing on the lower three pathways.

"Come on!"

"Let's hurt each other!"

After a secretive twitch of Fengxi's mouth corner, he raised his staff and went forward; his entire body's innate spiritual treasure was still effective, aiding him to maneuver through the sea of blade-light.

"'In attack, I dare not use my true cultivation level, lest I frighten my teammates.'"

"'But defense? I can mix in some things there!'"

"'The amount of damage received stays the same, but where it lands... is up to me to decide!'"

"'You bastard, carry this humiliation and hold out until our showdown tomorrow!'"

Fengxi's form dispersed into the blade-light; a point of blazing fire suddenly shone—this was the holy fire of humanity, helping him 'reasonably' avoid each 'lethal' danger, wounded yet not dying, growing stronger with each battle, and occasionally launching counterattacks!

Don't ask why the holy fire can have such ability.

Ask, and it is precisely the specialness brought by being a chip of Yandi, which matches the holy fire perfectly; offense lacking, defense gains a boost.

Under heaven and earth, only this one exists, nothing to verify!

Thousands? Tens of thousands? Even hundreds of millions?

Cannot be counted.

Time blurs here; the two great divine beings fight fiercely to the death, making it impossible to calculate how many times they have exchanged blows of damage.

But no matter how.

In the end, Kui Niu the Demon God could not achieve his wish; he reflected back the mental harm he had suffered.

Seeing Fengxi's contemptuous gaze, the demon god fell silent.

On Kui Niu's face, not a trace of anger remained; all his fury had settled and condensed, replaced by absolute rationality, ruthless rationality, icy rationality—everything now revolved around a single goal!

He did not utter any harsh words.

Yet his expression already held enough persuasive power for one to understand his determination.

Next time...... I will kill you!

"Good."

Fengxi wiped away the bloodstains on his body and smiled.

"A defeated subordinate."

"I am waiting for you."

He was not polite, assuming the airs of the victor.

……

"Looks great when dry!"

Xuansu goddess dealt with Yingzhao Yao Marshal on one hand, while with the other she kept watch in all directions and listened all around, noticing the battlefield of Fengxi and Kui Niu.

Seeing Fengxi's provoked opponent lose his composure, while he himself suffered little loss, having held onto the advantage he'd gained, he nodded in satisfaction, not stinting on praise.

At the same time, using this as a weapon, he casually stabbed the opponent, saying, "Yingzhao, your Heavenly Court's demon gods are no good!"

Not progressing as fast as our rising stars is one thing, but you still suffered such a big loss... tsk tsk!

Lame!

Too lame!

If the Heavenly Court from top to bottom is only this level, you might as well just surrender.

"What can underhanded tactics prove?" Yingzhao didn't get angry, his mindset calm, "As for me, I don't want to be with those who specialize in the lower three paths."

"I look down on you." Yingzhao spoke these infuriating words with a straight face, indeed also a loud-mouthed champion.

"Hmph!" Xuansu gave a cold snort, sweeping past the opponent's vital spot, her gaze deep, instantly sending a chill up Yingzhao's back, the hand gripping his spear trembling before steadying.

"It seems, when I have free time another day, I'll gather some sisters to study goddess self-defense techniques." Xuansu pondered, "This kid Fengxi actually did a good thing this time, giving us some inspiration that could be put to great use later."

"The goddess collective should credit him with a minor merit." The goddess smiled, her long sword lightly trembling, sword light flashing, aura fearsome, causing many nearby Great Luos to change color, hurriedly shifting the battlefield.

"……" Yingzhao didn't know how to respond, giving Fengxi in the distance an annoyed glance, his eyes twitching, his heart full of resentment.

However, soon his mindset settled, "It doesn't matter."

"This matter is just that when a person suffers a special blow, they feel embarrassed." Yingzhao calmed down, "When this phenomenon becomes a general trend, becoming second nature, what more is there to say?"

"Everyone just needs to collectively adjust their worldview; it's not a big problem."

"In the passage of time, I've seen all kinds of people, my experience rich and varied." The Yao Marshal calmly said, "Wealth cannot lead to debauchery, to laughing at poverty but not at prostitution; purity and self-improvement, to being clean and honest... that's all."

This time, it was the goddess Xuansu's turn to be startled and shocked.

She shook her head, unable to avoid feeling moved.

——As long as the mind dares to slip, methods will always outnumber difficulties.

"You're ruthless."

"Overpraised! Overpraised!" Yingzhao accepted the compliment frankly, then his eyes flickered as he voiced some doubts from his heart: "Goddess Xuansu, I've heard your relationship with Huangdi is not ordinary, that there's great karma between you."

"I don't know, have you seen that Majesty? Or do you know of any of his piece arrangements?"

Yingzhao was very curious.

"How would I know?"

As soon as this topic was brought up, Xuansu's expression changed, her look not pleasant.

"Compared to you, I'm even more curious."

"That guy's silhouette hasn't even been seen, yet my reputation has already been ruined quite a bit."

"The saying of Jiutian Xuannü is fine as is."

"Su nü... asking about bedroom arts, I really want to give that guy a friendly greeting."

The goddess's face turned ashen black.

"That thing is too easy to get tangled up in gossip."

"I'm pure as can be, yet I've been dragged down by this sudden black material, nearly ruined."

"Just that if that guy had appeared before me, otherwise... I'd also like to give Fengxi a taste of what he did to Kui Niu."

"However."

As she spoke, Xuansu goddess began to sneer.

"As for this matter, I shouldn't need to worry about it."

"Houtu and Yandi are even more anxious than I am."

"One has been climbed over onto his head, the other has been 'willingly' handed over authority... their losses can be huge."

"Dealing with this, who knows how many times more enthusiastic."

"Also right." Yingzhao nodded, turned sideways to watch the battlefield, seeing pairs of ancestral witches and Yao Marshals locked in combat, "The Twelve Ancestral Witches still have two who haven't arrived."

"The fire ancestral witch Zhurong, the wind ancestral witch Tiānwú... they're hiding very securely."

"Could it be that these two ancestral witches have been assigned to this matter? To investigate some secret clues?"

"I'm really curious... I don't know who their true forms are; even though the ten great ancestral witches have now appeared, they can still remain so composed." Yingzhao's eyes held deep meaning, "Our ten Yao Marshals all deployed, except for the phoenix side, three Yao Marshals are restrained, the rest can still hold their own."

"Among the strong, like Báizé, can even suppress Zhulong, gaining a slight advantage."

"The rest, plus me making six Yao Marshals, you only deployed five ancestral witches to counter... enough to let Jinmu alone bear the siege of two Yao Marshals, while Tiānwú and Zhurong can still look on coldly."

"Are your ancestral witches not united?" Yingzhao said leisurely, "Or is it that the true forms of these two ancestral witches cannot see the light?"

"If the former, it's a great boon for my Heavenly Court... but if the latter, it makes me worry, could it be like Nüwa again? The enemy is in the heart of my Heavenly Court!"

Yingzhao idly probed.

Xuansu simply responded with ignorance.

I don't know.

Not clear.

Please go inquire with the relevant department.

What is that relevant department?

Of course it's Nüwa!

She who heads the Wu Clan's organization, all major personnel appointments come from her hand, together with financial authority, is the core of the core of the Wu Clan!

"Either you go ask Nüwa, or you just guess yourself."

Xuan Su is impeccable, inscrutable—does she truly not know, or does she know but stay silent on purpose?

The Twelve Ancestral Witches, two Ancestral Witches remain hidden and unmoving.

Behind this, is it a thorn stuck in the heart of the Heavenly Court, or is there another reason—something that cannot see the light—and the Wu Clan's decision‑team has also resolved to set up a doubtful formation, aiming to make those inside the Heavenly Court suspect each other and lose trust?

Ying Zhao's eyes flashed with spiritual light, then he laughed, 'I also have some doubts about the target… but after you put it that way, I feel less confident.'

"But that doesn't matter."

The Yao Marshal let out a soft sigh, 'Those two can hide for a while, but can they hide forever?'

"As long as we crush all of your Wu Clan and human race military forces on the front battlefield and overwhelm you with sheer strength… the pieces Nüwa has placed will be forced to act, buying time and struggling to survive."

"Then we will have leisure to eliminate them one by one and secure the final victory in our hands."

Ying Zhao thrusts his spear toward Xuan Su's brow, forcing her to defend.

"You sure are confident." Xuan Su parries with her sword; sword light and spear glare intertwine, extending without limit, shattering who knows how vast an expanse of Chaos, stirring up the river of ages, surging and tumultuous.

"We've always been confident." Ying Zhao said calmly, "We don't even regard the most compatible dragon‑race system stirred up by the Dragon Ancestor; that would save us much effort, the clearest path of ascent can condense monster heart, greatly lowering the difficulty of passing through."

"Apart from the victory fruit being easy to steal, everything else is perfect."

"On the contrary, choosing to start a new furnace, carrying forward the past and opening the future, beginning from concept to build a brand‑new civilization system… without some confidence, how could we do this?"

Ying Zhao's gaze was indifferent, 'Originally we did have some doubts in our hearts, wondering whether we were being overconfident.'

"But today, seeing your Ancestral Witch lineup, I feel more reassured."

"Who told you, aside from that Dragon Ancestor fellow, you could command the front lines… the rest are just logistics‑type talent?"

"I admit, you've got a knack for development—whether it's the phoenix or Nüwa, each can revitalize a faction and accumulate rich foundations."

"Too bad, the one truly commanding the battlefield is probably just the Transport Battalion Commander."

"And as for that Dragon Ancestor, who's somewhat better, he lost horribly in the previous era, turned a good hand into a joker, and lost his investment completely."

"You Ancestral Witches, looking like this…"

"If I lacked confidence, I'd actually be underestimating myself!"

Ying Zhao shook his head, laughing helplessly.

"How absurd!"

Xuan Su's gaze turned cold and stern.

"Just wait and see!"

"I'll hack you to pieces sooner or later!"

(End of chapter)