Xuanjian was definitely protecting the Dragon Clan today; even if the Dao Ancestor himself came, it wouldn’t make a difference—he said so!
“You!”
Duke of the East choked with fury.
This Daoist was extraordinarily arrogant, showing not a shred of face to him, the Head of Male Immortals.
Yet if it really came to blows with Xuanjian, Duke of the East still harbored some apprehension. What he feared, however, was not Xuanjian, but the Ancestral Witches backing him.
Earlier, during the battle on Mount Zhou over the Innate Gourd Vine, Duke of the East had seen that this Daoist Xuanjian had extraordinarily deep ties with the Twelve Ancestral Witches.
If he laid a hand on him, it might very well provoke all Twelve Ancestral Witches.
That would be truly troublesome.
Although he had many Daluo cultivators under his command—as many as thirty-four—when facing the Ancestral Witches, even if they swarmed them all at once, they might not be able to defeat them.
Moreover, the Wu tribe was notoriously unreasonable.
If he provoked the Wu tribe, his Immortal Court would suffer endless headaches in the future.
“Fellow Daoist, will you truly not give this Duke of the East face?” Duke of the East growled in a low voice, his eyes turning cold as he issued his final ultimatum to Xuanjian.
Xuanjian was unmoved, replying indifferently, “Your face is my insole.
“Let me reiterate: the Dragon Clan is under my protection. Are your ears plugged, or are you just deaf?”
“Good, good, good!”
Duke of the East laughed out of sheer fury.
Golden light gleamed in his eyes, radiating blatant killing intent as he hissed chillingly, “Since you insist on meddling in this karma, Fellow Daoist, do not blame this Duke of the East for showing no courtesy!
“Attack! You deal with the Dragon Clan; I will hold this scoundrel back!”
In the end, Duke of the East still lacked the courage to actually kill Xuanjian.
He only dared to hold Xuanjian back, preventing him from intervening in the Dragon Clan’s affairs.
With a bark of command, Duke of the East unleashed his Pure Yang True Sword and charged toward Xuanjian, Gengjin and Extreme Yang Great Dao laws surging in full glory!
Law suppression!
Duke of the East struck with full force right from the start, aiming to pin Xuanjian down.
Meanwhile, the other Daluo Golden Immortals he had brought skirted around Xuanjian, swooping down toward the Dragon Clan and water clans beneath the Taixu Divine Armor.
“Heh,” Xuanjian sneered. “A mere six Daluo Golden Immortals dare to cause trouble right under my nose?
“Yellow Springs Death Map, come forth!”
Xuanjian summoned yet another top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
The Yellow Springs Death Map was a spiritual treasure Xuanjian had obtained from the Wu tribe’s treasury.
This map did not possess many abilities—only two—yet both were straightforward and brutal.
First was Yellow Springs Entrapment. The map contained an independent minor world of the Yellow Springs. Once swallowed inside, without the master’s permission, the trapped victim would never find a way out.
Second was Yellow Springs Erosion. The Yellow Springs world within the map was saturated with endless Yellow Springs death qi. Once trapped inside, one would be eroded by this death qi, corrupting their Essence Soul and physical body. Over time, the trapped victim would inevitably perish, leaving not a speck of bone behind.
As soon as the Yellow Springs Death Map unfurled, dense death qi descended upon the entire area alongside the laws of the Yellow Springs Great Dao, devouring spiritual energy and obliterating vitality.
Expanding and stretching without limit, the death map locked onto the auras of the Immortal Court’s five Daluo Golden Immortals on the battlefield.
No matter how they dodged or what escape techniques they cast, the death map overtook them. One by one, the five Daluo Golden Immortals swooping toward the Dragon Clan and water clans were enveloped and swallowed by the death map, trapped within the world of the scroll.
Only Duke of the East was spared, not swallowed by the Yellow Springs Death Map.
“Where... where did you send them?!”
Having lost five Daluo Golden Immortals in an instant, Duke of the East was both shocked and enraged. Gripping his Pure Yang True Sword, he glared at Xuanjian and barked.
Xuanjian remained unmoved.
He put away the Yellow Springs Death Map.
To cultivators who relied on their Essence Souls, the Yellow Springs death qi within the map was as foul and corruptive as the Blood Sea itself.
Trapped inside, they were constantly subjected to the erosion of death qi—an utterly nauseating torment.
“This... he trapped five Daluo Golden Immortals in a single move? Just what sacred origin does this Fellow Daoist have?” The Northern Sea Dragon King was dumbfounded.
The Southern Sea Dragon King looked at Ao Yin and asked, “Eldest Brother, how did you come to know this Fellow Daoist?”
Ao Yin fell silent, looking at the Taixu Divine Armor overhead and the Yellow Springs Death Map that Xuanjian had just wielded like a whip.
Yet another top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure.
And two of them at that.
Counting what Xuanjian had shown when they first met, just how many top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures did this guy possess?!
“I don’t know either. He came knocking on my door on his own initiative,” Ao Yin replied after a dry cough, facing his brothers’ curious gazes.
The Western Sea Dragon King beat his chest and stamped his feet. “Why didn’t he come to my Western Sea?!”
Ao Yin: “???”
Good grief, you even want to poach your eldest brother’s opportunity?
Xuanjian looked at Duke of the East with a faint smile and asked, “Fellow Daoist Duke of the East, do you still wish to continue this fight?
“Withdraw now and swear an oath never to trouble the Dragon Clan again, and today’s karma will be considered settled.”
Duke of the East stared warily at Xuanjian, his face so dark it looked ready to drip water.
The other party wielded two top-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures—one for offense and one for defense—rendering him utterly invulnerable. Even though his own cultivation was slightly superior, as long as Xuanjian turtled behind his defense, there was nothing Duke of the East could do to him.
However...
Duke of the East was unwilling to simply let it go.
He had been on the verge of suppressing the Dragon Clan and seizing the treasuries of the Four Seas, only for Xuanjian to ambush him halfway through!
How could Duke of the East resign himself to this?
“Oh, right.”
As if suddenly remembering something, Xuanjian smiled pleasantly at Duke of the East and said, “Fellow Daoist, you’d better make up your mind quickly. Otherwise... I cannot guarantee whether I will be returning five Daluo Golden Immortals to you, or five puddles of stagnant water.”
Duke of the East: “...”
“Fellow Daoist, will you truly offend my ascendant Immortal Court for the sake of the sin-ridden Dragon Clan?”
Duke of the East still refused to give up.
Yet Xuanjian did not answer. He merely watched him placidly, composed and completely at ease.
He was not in the slightest hurry.
Xuanjian was in no rush, and Duke of the East wavered in indecision, but the five Daluo Golden Immortals trapped within the Yellow Springs Death Map were suffering miserably.
The Yellow Springs Death Map was filled with Yellow Springs death qi capable of devouring spiritual energy, corrupting Essence Souls, and grinding away physical bodies.
Even more terrifying was the law suppression from the Great Dao laws of the Yellow Springs and Death contained within the map.
The vitality of the five Daluo Golden Immortals was glaringly conspicuous in a world brimming entirely with death qi.
Naturally, they became targets for all to shoot at, the focal points of the death qi’s relentless erosion.
They were merely five early-stage Daluo Golden Immortals wielding low-grade and mid-grade Innate Spiritual Treasures. While enough for short-term self-preservation, given enough time, their deaths were a certainty.
Outside, above the Eastern Sea.
Duke of the East was still agonizing over whether he wanted his “brothers” or his “face.”
In the end, two and a half breaths later, Duke of the East made his choice.
“Fine. Since you wish to protect the Dragon Clan, Fellow Daoist, I will give you face.
“However, regarding the Four Seas’ treasuries, this Emperor demands the treasuries of two seas.”
Duke of the East chose to back down.
Yet he still had conditions.
From Duke of the East’s perspective: I’m giving you, Xuanjian, face, but Duke of the East isn’t so easily brushed off either—I want half of the Dragon Clan’s Four Seas treasuries!
Yet falling upon Xuanjian’s ears, and from Xuanjian’s perspective: Before I arrived, you wanted all of the Dragon Clan’s Four Seas treasuries. After I arrived, you still want half? Wouldn’t that mean I, Xuanjian, came here for nothing?
“Fellow Daoist, my Dragon Clan will follow your lead,” Ao Yin said as he swished his dragon tail and assumed his Innate Dao Body form, landing beside Xuanjian.
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