Chapter 1127

Four strands of chaotic sword qi slowly contracted.

The huge black-and-white Taiji sword formation that covered half of Mu Dalu slowly contracted.

In the high heavens, nearly a hundred Primeval Divine Saints, countless divine spirits, and innumerable vassal clans filling the sky, plus countless mighty beings of strange shapes, all let out exhilarated roars.

In their view, Wu Tie had submitted.

Having expended only a trifling effort, they finally managed to conquer Mu Dalu once again.

Compared to the first extermination war against humanity long ago, this battle's process was truly much gentler, much easier.

There was no desperate last‑ditch resistance from humanity.

There was no frenzied blood‑soaked slaughter.

There was no desperate mutual destruction.

Even battles at the Ancient God level were scarcely a few; it seemed that, right now, they could… achieve total success?

That crystal‑clear, water‑wave‑like goddess of the Ice Spirit Divine Clan, huge in stature and holding a trident, seated on a mass of water, smiled faintly: "You humans have a saying: those who know the times are outstanding."

The goddess leisurely said: "This is good, this is very good… Compared to your ancestors, what you are doing is very wise. But I can understand your choice, after all, compared to the strength your ancestors possessed at the end of the first extermination war… you now are far too weak."

Nearly a hundred Primeval Divine Saints had all participated in the first extermination war against humanity.

They each recalled that at the war's end, terrifying beings of the Unity Realm and even the Immortal Realm kept emerging among humanity. Humanity was like a spring: the more it was suppressed to the limit, the greater the potential it burst forth.

It was a war that, upon recollection, made one's heart tremble with fear, a war that even the gods felt despair.

In the end, humanity was suppressed, imprisoned in Mu Dalu, and became a batch of leeks for the gods to harvest one wave after another.

But the divine clan fared no better.

So many Primeval Divine Saints fell, so many immortal Supreme Divine Ancestors fell; in the end, the surviving Supreme Divine Ancestors all sank into near‑eternal slumber, and this time only three heavily wounded, dying divine ancestors managed to struggle out of their sleep.

And this time, it was obviously far too easy.

Humanity had no immortals.

Humanity had no Unity Realm cultivators.

The strongest was nothing more than Wu Tie, this poor fellow who was almost at the Unity Realm.

Just as the Ice Spirit Divine Clan's goddess said, humanity is now too weak; if Wu Tie and his ilk surrendered, there would be no doubt it would be wise.

The sword formation slowly contracted, Wu Tie's face flushed slightly, reeking of wine, as he leisurely stepped on clouds and rose into the sky.

He had his hands behind his back, gazing at the nearly a hundred divine saints before him, countless ancient gods, and the far more numerous divine emperors and kings.

A titan of molten rock, tens of thousands of feet tall and like a great mountain, stood before Wu Tie, extended a finger, and solemnly pointed at him: "Mortal, kneel, and we grant you and your subordinates and kin the right to live."

Wu Tie belched from drink.

After three days and nights of drinking and catching up, though Wu Tie's body was extraordinarily tough, he had not deliberately suppressed the alcohol's effect and felt a slight buzz.

Wu Tie gave the molten‑rock giant a sidelong glance and said in a low voice: "Kneeling is certainly possible… but I wish to see the highest among the gods, the one who can call the shots…"

The faces of the many Primeval Divine Saints all changed at once.

The Ice Spirit Divine Clan's goddess softly said: "We are the ones who can call the shots!"

Wu Tie shook his head and said brazenly: "No, you cannot be the masters. I do not believe that those whose foreheads bear the slave mark can be masters. So let me be clearer!"

He stretched out his hand, pointing one by one at those Primeval Divine Saints before him, and laughed oddly: "Whoever placed the slave seal on your brows, let them come… I will kneel, but absolutely not to you!"

"You're playing with fire." A barbarian god tens of thousands of feet tall, his muscles knotted like cords, his body overly muscular to the point of being almost square, his whole frame bursting with explosive muscle, roared loudly: "Mortal… you have no right to make any demands. If you insist on being obstinate, if you want to hold onto that last bit of pitiful, cheap so‑called dignity, I will…"

Wu Tie waved his right hand.

The Three Thousand Great Dao and the Eighty‑Four Thousand heterodox paths condensed into a rope; a fiendish weapon of chaotic hue flashed in his hand, and a terrifyingly extreme sword intent swept through the air.

With a miserable howl, that barbarian god whose strength had reached the high level of Primeval Divine Saint and whose battle power was ferociously terrifying retreated hastily in large steps.

He retreated so fast that the tens of thousands of divine kings and emperors of the vassal clans behind him were struck by his massive body, like a frenzied rhinoceros crashing into a room full of crystal ware, and tens of thousands of experts among the vassal clans were shattered to pieces.

The barbarian god's face turned deathly pale, and both his arms were chopped off at the shoulders.

What shocked him and the divinities around him was that—though everyone saw Wu Tie's move clearly, no one could intercept it in time, and the barbarian god himself could not even block it.

It was like a nightmare.

They saw clearly everything Wu Tie did, yet they simply could not react.

"According to the gods' power divisions, I am merely a peak‑strength Ancient God, having only touched some mysteries of the 'Twisting' and 'Transformation' Great Dao." Wu Tie looked at the constantly jumping, trembling fiendish weapon in his hand and said calmly: "But to kill you all, I need not expend much effort."

Wu Tie pointed at Martial Capital beneath his feet and chuckled lightly: "This is Mu Dalu, this is the foundation of my human race; here, every move of mine receives heaven‑earth's aid. Though I am a peak Ancient God, I can absolutely unleash killing power on the level of a Primeval Divine Saint."

He swung hard with the fiendish weapon in his hand; murderous qi burst forth, and the terrifying killing intent of slaughter and concealment spread out. The tens of thousands of minor lackeys of the vassal clans who were too close to Wu Tie silently perished, plummeting straight down from the air.

"Besides, I have four treasures in my hand that you should be very familiar with." Wu Tie chuckled as he looked at the many Primeval Divine Saints.

"Damn!" dozens of towering Primeval Divine Saints shuddered with a chill, simultaneously turning their gaze to the fiendish weapon in Wu Tie's hand.

They were finally reminded by Wu Tie's words of the immense terror the extermination war had once inflicted upon them.

That fiendish weapon—they had deliberately blurred the memory of these four fiendish weapons in their minds, but today the ancient terror was awakened anew: it was a sky‑filling blood rain, it was mountains of corpses and seas of blood, it was one victory monument after another piled with the skulls of the divine race…

Three faint glimmers slowly descended from the high heavens.

A voice deep with deathly intent echoed from afar: "There's a saying you got right…… they are now slaves, and you too will become our slaves. Slave status is equal, so you need not kneel before them."

"Then, slaves, we have come; offer us your cheap and meager loyalty, kneel down. After that, become our dogs, herding these lowly humans who possess only a tiny bit of use for us."