“The Ancient Barbarian Clan!”
“The Ancient Buddha Sect!”
Baili Mo’s pupils constricted as he looked at the two newcomers. His expression darkened as he stared into the void and demanded, “Are there any more? Come out, all of you!”
Boom...
As soon as Baili Mo finished speaking, the void trembled once more.
Demonic energy, as black as ink, surged like a tide, instantly sweeping in all directions.
Then, an alluring and exquisite figure stepped out slowly.
The woman was dressed in a black dress that faintly outlined her moving curves, her buttocks perky and rounded.
A pair of snowy-white peaks trembled slightly, more than half of them exposed.
Black mist swirled around her body, making her appearance flicker in and out of view, making it impossible for anyone to look away.
Gulp...
As soon as she appeared, the sound of people swallowing their saliva echoed through the air.
“So beautiful!” one cultivator couldn't help but mutter.
As if hearing his voice, the woman in black turned her head and gave him a faint, curling smile.
The man immediately looked overjoyed.
Bang...
But in the next moment, while still wearing that joyful expression, the man suddenly exploded.
Instantly, the crowd regained their composure. This woman was a man-eating she-devil!
At the same time, the sea of clouds suddenly blazed with golden light, and another tall figure wearing a golden imperial robe appeared.
This person carried a natural arrogance that looked down upon the world, and every gesture exuded the aura of royalty.
“The Ancient Fiends and the Ancient Imperial Clan... I didn't expect you all to come as well,” Baili Mo said with a grim face.
At the same time, he couldn't help but curse inwardly.
Damn it all! He had worked so hard and diligently to nurture this immortal treasure. It had just ripened—no, it was barely half-ripe—and now a bunch of people with ulterior motives had come running over.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan, who was lying on the ground, was also cursing in his heart.
You guys made your entrances look so damn impressive, but could you at least consider my feelings as the blade? I’m still lying here on the ground!
The Tiansheng Sect's Ancestor and the others were also completely bewildered.
First, two people from the Ancient God and Ancient Demon clans popped up, and now so many other ancient clans had appeared. Were there really this many hidden ancient powers tucked away on the Xuantian Continent?
Was this still the Xuantian Continent they knew?
If this continued, how were they supposed to act like the bosses of the continent in the future?
As for Lu Ming, he watched the arrival of these ancient clans, demons, and fiends and couldn't help but swallow hard.
He seriously wondered if his protagonist halo was working overtime.
After all, his cultivation had only just increased by a tiny bit!
And immediately, a bunch of old fogies with unfathomable cultivation levels appeared.
He didn't even need to think about it; some of these guys were definitely enemies.
It wasn't going to be easy to stand at the peak of immortality, look down upon the world, command the clouds and rain with a flip of his hand, and roam the heavens and earth with unreasonable might...
There were so many old fogies blocking the way!
Lu Ming was depressed for only a second before he regained his confidence.
If there were difficulties, solve them; if there were no difficulties, create some and solve those too!
If no one supported his lofty ambitions, he would just beat those ambitions into reality. Otherwise, he would be doing a disservice to the protagonist halo over his head.
After figuring it out, Lu Ming quietly sent a transmission to his group: “Prepare to find a chance to run!”
“This is a high-level game. It’s better to let them wear each other down first!”
The others shared Lu Ming's thoughts. They weren't set on obtaining the immortal treasure blade in the first place, and now they had completely given up on the idea.
Baili Mo of the Ancient God Clan scanned the area with a cold gaze and said in a deep voice, “I nurtured this ‘Ye Slaughters the Nine Heavens’ with my own blood and sweat. If you all want to snatch it, are you looking to start a war with my Ancient God Clan?”
Ye Fan, lying on the ground: “...”
Fine, say you nurtured me. But could you not make it sound so gross? I’m a blade, I don’t do that kind of stuff!
“This immortal treasure doesn't have a name written on it. Just because you say it’s yours doesn't mean it is,” the cold and alluring voice of Yan Linglong from the Ancient Fiend Clan rang out.
“Exactly. I could just as easily say I raised it,” the green-robed woman from the Ancient Demon Clan, Zhuo Yuan, added lazily.
Huangpu Tao of the Ancient Imperial Clan didn't speak, but his meaning was clear: Who said it belongs to you?
Baili Mo was so angry that veins popped on his forehead, and he clenched his fists. This was too much bullying!
Just then, a compassionate voice rang out: “Amitabha.”
The white-browed old monk from the Ancient Buddha Sect pressed his palms together and said, “This blade is filled with too much slaughter. Having been steeped in endless blood-fiend energy for years, its very core is corroded by malevolence.”
As he spoke, he looked at Ye Fan, the pity on his face deepening. “Allowing such a wicked weapon to remain in the world will only breed chaos and lead to the suffering of all living beings.”
“In this old monk’s opinion, the only way is to bring this blade to our Buddhist holy land. By using Buddhist mantras and chants to purify it day and night, we can cleanse the violent energy within and dissolve its deep-seated sins...”
As soon as he finished, Baili Mo and the others looked at the white-browed monk with speechless expressions.
“Master Fa Zhen, how do you manage to make your desire to seize an immortal treasure sound so righteous?” Huangpu Tao of the Ancient Imperial Clan asked in a majestic voice.
The others also looked at Master Fa Zhen with looks of disdain.
“Amitabha, a monk does not speak falsehoods.”
Hearing Master Fa Zhen's words, the disdain in their eyes grew even stronger.
“Falsehoods hasn't done anything wrong, so no one can hit him!” the burly man from the Ancient Barbarian Clan, Man Xiong, suddenly said in a serious, booming voice.
Master Fa Zhen: “...”
“Falsehoods is not a person!”
“Ah! He’s not a person, so you all want to hit him?”
Master Fa Zhen looked at Man Xiong with utter speechlessness. Even the Buddha couldn't save this man’s brain.
“Hahaha...”
“Hehehehe...”
Yan Linglong and Zhuo Yuan both laughed so hard their bodies trembled.
Yan Linglong’s snowy-white peaks, in particular, looked as if they were about to bounce out!
Whoosh!
At that moment, Baili Mo was the first to strike.
He suddenly drew a blade and slashed toward Zhuo Yuan of the Ancient Demon Clan, while his body lunged toward Ye Fan.
He had realized that he had to snatch the blade back himself; these people all wanted to steal his immortal treasure.
Zhuo Yuan dodged Baili Mo’s blade light with a flicker of her body.
With a flip of her jade hand, a feather fan with crimson plumage and a gilded bone handle appeared. With a gentle wave, a burst of scorching flames blocked Baili Mo’s path.
Whoosh!
Yan Linglong of the Ancient Fiend Clan also flickered and charged toward Ye Fan.
She wanted to take advantage of the battle between Baili Mo and Zhuo Yuan to seize the blade.
Swish!
Huangpu Tao of the Ancient Imperial Clan swung a golden longsword through the air, and a golden sword light intercepted Yan Linglong.
“Damn it!” Yan Linglong cursed with a frown. “You’re a sword user, what do you want with a blade?”
“Presumptuous!” Huangpu Tao barked, but his footsteps were headed straight for Ye Fan.
Bang...
Yan Linglong suddenly opened a bone umbrella wreathed in sinister demonic energy, blocking Huangpu Tao’s path while she tried to grab Ye Fan.
Shoo!
A blade light flashed, blocking Yan Linglong’s way, followed by another burst of scorching flames.
While Baili Mo and Zhuo Yuan were fighting, they both kept an eye on Ye Fan, ensuring no one else had a chance.
“Watch my sword!” Huangpu Tao also joined the fray.
Subsequently, the group became locked in a chaotic battle.
In an instant, heaven and earth cracked, space trembled, and the golden mountain was destroyed beyond recognition.
Meanwhile, Master Fa Zhen stood there quietly with his palms together, chanting sutras and not joining the fight.
Not far from him, Man Xiong of the Ancient Barbarian Clan stared at Master Fa Zhen with eyes as wide as copper bells, remaining motionless.
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