Chapter 945: The Dragon Clan Surrenders

“Friend Feng Xian, rest assured!”

“He Pingsheng is not only your enemy, but also the common enemy of our Four Divine Clans!”

“Today is a fight to the death!”

“Our Dragon Clan also participated in the siege back then!”

“If we sit idly by while you are wiped out by He Pingsheng, the next target he will destroy will be our Dragon Clan!”

“Do we Dragon Clan not understand the saying, ‘When the lips are gone, the teeth grow cold’?”

Inside the Immortal Volcano, within a vast palace.

Ao Cheng, a Dragon Clan immortal in a green Daoist robe, watched as Feng Xian, the last remaining immortal of the Phoenix Clan, offered reassurances.

The grand hall was not empty—besides these two, sixteen Phoenix Clan demon emperors were present.

“Thank you for the Dragon Clan’s support!” said Feng Xian, clad in a crimson robe, gazing at Ao Cheng: “But… Ao Cheng, is it only you from your clan who came?”

“Hehe…”

Ao Cheng smiled and said: “What, does the Phoenix Clan doubt our sincerity?”

“Not at all!” Feng Xian replied: “I merely feel the strength is still too weak!”

“No!” Ao Cheng said: “The only one who currently threatens the Phoenix Clan is He Pingsheng himself!”

“The rest are not worth worrying about!”

“Besides, with He Pingsheng’s power, even if a hundred Mahayana Emperor-level cultivators came, they’d be useless—none could stand against him for a single blow!”

“After all, your Phoenix Emperor has already perished!”

“So to kill He Pingsheng, we old ones must act ourselves!”

“Even if we step back a hundred thousand paces!” Ao Cheng stood up: “Friend Feng Xian, you can rest easy—after all, the Witch Clan’s blood pool is in your hands. How could our Dragon Clan possibly fail to give full support?”

“Because if the Phoenix Clan falls, the Witch Clan’s blood pool will return to their hands. When Gu Miaochen regains her strength, our Dragon Clan will be in trouble too!”

“So stop questioning my sincerity!”

“When He Pingsheng arrives, I’ll sacrifice thirty million years of my lifespan just to crush him!”

“Excellent!” Feng Xian beamed: “Then I’ll join in too—do you really think two immortals can’t defeat just one He Pingsheng?”

“Just make sure that old human bastard doesn’t interfere!”

“Relax!” Ao Cheng said: “Our Dragon Clan has another immortal—he didn’t come because he’s gone to stop that woman from the Underworld!”

As the two Dragon and Phoenix immortals discussed, a ripple suddenly surged through the void.

Their spiritual senses instantly swept outward.

They saw He Pingsheng and Gu Miaochen arriving together.

One stood over the southern sky of the Phoenix Clan’s Immortal Volcano, the other over the northern sky.

“Heh…” said the Phoenix Clan’s elder, Feng Xian: “They’ve come? Even better…”

“Ao Cheng, you hold off He Pingsheng—I’ll kill Gu Miaochen of the Witch Clan first!”

“As long as Gu Miaochen lives, she remains a grave threat to both our clans.”

“Agreed!” The Dragon Clan elder nodded.

Boom…

The next instant, the void churned.

The two immortals flew out of the palace, instantly shattering the eighth-rank formation outside.

Feng Xian transformed instantly into a phoenix with a body ten thousand zhang tall, wreathed in roaring flames, lunging at Gu Miaochen.

The Dragon Clan elder stood directly before He Pingsheng.

“Friend He…” The Dragon Clan elder, wiser, did not strike first—he bowed carefully to He Pingsheng: “I am Ao Cheng of the Dragon Clan, an immortal cultivator.”

No sooner had he spoken than a golden light flashed forth.

In the southern sky, a golden witch god, ten thousand zhang tall, suddenly appeared.

It bore Gu Miaochen’s face, but her entire body had turned golden.

Golden skin, golden brows and eyes, golden hair, golden robes.

“Sssss…” Ao Cheng sucked in a sharp breath: “The Witch God’s Golden Body… how…?”

His face turned pale.

Previously, they had joined forces to shatter Gu Miaochen’s Golden Body and seize the Witch Clan’s blood pool.

Without the sacred blood pool, Gu Miaochen could not manifest the Witch God’s Golden Body.

What was happening now?

Had Gu Miaochen recovered?

Ao Cheng’s mind flipped a full 180 degrees—he hurriedly addressed He Pingsheng: “Friend He, I wish to make a deal with you—may I speak?”

He Pingsheng wore a faint smile: “Speak. I’m listening.”

“Thank you!” Ao Cheng said: “First, let me clarify the Dragon Clan’s position!”

“Our Dragon Clan has never held any grudge against you, nor ever clashed with you!”

“When we sealed that small world, it was not aimed at you!”

“After all, sealing the small world was the Phoenix Clan’s doing!”

“We merely went to the Witch Clan’s lands to massacre them after the Phoenix Clan sealed the world.”

“Later, when the Phoenix Clan destroyed your Gusu Mountain, it had nothing to do with our Dragon Clan!”

“Do you believe me?”

Before He Pingsheng could answer, they saw the golden witch god in the southern void unleash a thunderous punch, colliding with the ten-thousand-zhang phoenix.

A blinding flash erupted from the point of impact.

The next instant, waves of boundless energy, power, and Dao runes surged outward in all directions.

Like a colossal shockwave.

Not one—but three, one after another, in rapid succession.

Neither the witch god nor the Phoenix Clan elder retreated.

They were evenly matched.

But He Pingsheng knew Gu Miaochen had won.

Because Gu Miaochen’s strike consumed at most one Jipin [Dìmǔ Blood Pill], while the Phoenix Clan elder’s strike drained ten million years of lifespan!

“We Dragon Clan have no interest in your feud with the Phoenix Clan!” Ao Cheng instantly switched sides.

Just moments ago, he had planned to ally with the Phoenix Clan against He Pingsheng.

After all, he feared He Pingsheng would pick them off one by one.

But now, Ao Cheng realized Gu Miaochen had recovered—what was the point of fighting anymore?

He Pingsheng possessed the Nine-Nine Destiny—he wasn’t foolish. If he dared come, he was already invincible.

In this situation, the best outcome for the Dragon Clan now was merely to survive, not to perish with them.

“I beg you, Friend He, to see clearly!”

He Pingsheng sneered: “Do you take me, He Pingsheng, for a fool?”

“Don’t you know in your heart whether you’ve ever harbored ill will toward me?”

Ao Cheng said: “Regardless of what the younger generations thought, I have never wished to be your enemy. I swear this by the Heavenly Dao!”

He Pingsheng shook his head: “Say something practical. Don’t waste time with empty words.”

“Fine!” Ao Cheng said: “The Dragon Clan swears by the Heavenly Dao—we shall henceforth retreat into the Evil Sea and never again interfere in the struggles of the Five Continents!”

“The Xuanbing Continent originally belonged to our clan—we will cede all our territory to the human race!”

“Second, our Dragon Clan possesses one Immortal Artifact—retrieved long ago by our ancestors from Piaomiao Mountain!”

“If you agree, we will hand it over to you as well!”