"Monkey, can't you control three supreme imperial weapons? The Demon-Subduing Pestle of Mount Sumeru, the Ancient Emperor's Robe of Divine Silkworm Ridge, and the Immortal Iron Cudgel of your Fighting Lineage. You may bring all three imperial weapons with you. Although I only have a replica of the Undying Heavenly Blade, it is definitely not inferior to yours in the slightest!"

Kun Zhou Dasheng spoke, a cold laugh on his face, his gaze icy as he said:

"However, monkey, do you dare to activate three Emperor-level and Royal-level weapons by yourself for an extended period of time? I'm afraid you'll be drained dry before I even lift a finger! Your only fate will be to perish!"

"The Victorious Fighting Buddha".

Faced with Kun Zhou Da Sheng's words, the old monkey remained calm, uttered his Buddhist chant, and then gently patted the little silkworm on his shoulder. This little spirit was also sensible, knowing that a great battle was imminent, and it could not continue to pester the Victorious Fighting Buddha, otherwise, if it became distracted, it might face a great crisis.

The little fairy flew back to Princess Shencan's shoulder, grasping the purple-haired goddess's hair, her bright eyes sparkling with concern.

"Trust him." Princess Shencan gently stroked the little elf, gazing at the old monkey with eyes full of tender love.

Whew~~~

Her ancient imperial robes glowed, each piece of armor shimmering with a cold metallic luster, illuminating nine different kinds of celestial light, as if they belonged to the celestial realm.

Princess Shencan looked at the old monkey with gentle eyes. Seeing the old monkey nod, she had a slight thought. Instantly, a series of clanging sounds rang out, and the Divine Emperor's Immortal Robe fell off, turning into a nine-colored immortal light that flew across the sky and was put on the old monkey's body.

“Uncle…” The Holy Prince released the iron rod in his hand, and with a whoosh, the immortal iron rod flew out and landed in the palm of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

The ancient battle armor of the Divine Emperor, the Immortal Iron Cudgel of the Fighting Saint Emperor, and the Demon-Subduing Pestle of the Amitabha Buddha Emperor—these three imperial artifacts are now truly under the control of the Fighting Saint Buddha. Moreover, the previously dormant Immortal Iron Cudgel has begun to rapidly revive under the urging of this young brother of the Saint Emperor.

"As you wish, I will wield three imperial weapons to fight you," the Victorious Fighting Buddha said calmly.

"Heh, old monkey, what are you pretending for? You're just a Great Sage, do you have the qualifications to wield three ultimate weapons at the same time? I was thinking of personally cleaving you in two with one strike, but I don't want to have my life essence drained by the imperial weapon and turned into a dried-up corpse beforehand." Kun Zhou Great Sage sneered, seemingly unafraid.

Indeed, as he said, the use of supreme divine weapons such as imperial weapons and imperial artifacts requires extremely high skill from cultivators due to their extreme nature. Even a Great Sage cannot sustain such power for long.

That was still an imperial weapon, yet it consumed so much energy and required a massive amount of divine power to replenish it. Now that the Victorious Fighting Buddha has three imperial weapons in his hands, many people are really worried that this domineering old monkey will eventually die because of the ancient imperial weapons, his energy depleted and his body decaying.

Those ancient sages glanced at the old monkey, their eyes filled with a chilling light.

At this moment, the old monkey appears, seeking revenge for a great grudge from ancient times. It's hard not to make them think about the deeper intentions of the Victorious Fighting Buddha.

Perhaps revenge is real, and perhaps getting out of trouble is also real.

After all, this Martial Saint King from the ancient times is now the Victorious Fighting Buddha of the Western Desert.

That Buddhist sect was founded by the Great Emperor of the Human Race, not by the Primordial Emperor.

They scrutinized, and with malice.

However, the Victorious Fighting Buddha didn't bother with those gazes at all, and didn't even want to glance at them.

Buzz~~~

He radiated light, his aura instantly intensified, and he said:

"Kun Zhou, at the end of the ancient era, you and others slaughtered all in all directions, arbitrarily established order and rules, caused chaos and destruction, countless people died, and corpses littered the fields. Tonight, all those blood feuds will be settled!"

"Killing you will settle old karma! Monkey, even if you become the Victorious Fighting Buddha and study the Taoist arts of Amitabha Buddha, so what? Let's see how I send you on your way today!" Kun Zhou Great Sage said coldly.

Just then, Cao Ya and the others finished their discussion and stopped. Gai Jiuyou remained hidden, observing the crowd, looking for an opening, and delivering a fatal blow.

Meanwhile, Cao Ya, Jiang Taixu, Elder Wei Yi, the old master of Qishi Mansion, the Sage Xuan Turtle, and the Immortal Old Man each led their supreme imperial weapons forward.

“Indeed, everything should be settled before the grand gathering of all races in Yaochi. This way, there will be no controversy at tomorrow’s gathering, because all disputes will end tonight. The two sides in the dispute will either die or live; there will be no third way,” Cao Ya said, holding the Western Emperor Tower in his palm. Thousands of strands of immortal light descended and enveloped him, as if he were in the immortal realm.

"Cao Ya, your life ends tonight," the Great Sage of the Samsara lineage said coldly.

"The days when humanity dominated the world are gone forever. This world ultimately belongs to our ancient race." The Golden Great Sage looked down at Cao Ya with a fierce aura, paying no attention to the other sages beside him.

In the eyes of others, the sage is very powerful; a single strand of his hair can destroy a second-level immortal.

However, in the eyes of the Great Sage of Immortal VI, the Sage of Immortal IV was completely insignificant and could be killed in the blink of an eye.

It was only those few supreme imperial weapons that made them wary.

But they are not without ancient imperial weapons. Under the control of the Great Sage, how can they be compared to the Saint?

As long as Cao Ya is killed, the human race will surely lose this war!

This was a thought that appeared almost simultaneously in the mind of the Great Sage of Antiquity.

Only those of the same level as Cao Ya Dasheng are taken seriously and regarded as great enemies.

"The decline of humanity will begin tonight. You beasts, serve as your sustenance. When we are pleased, we will grant some of you freedom. Isn't that better? If you insist on resisting and make a scene, you will incur our wrath, which will not be good for you and will bring great calamity," said the Great Sage Ganlun solemnly.

In the eyes of these ancient sages, humans should be food, sustenance, kept in captivity like cattle and sheep. They should be killed when they want to eat them, and kept when they don't. If they are in a good mood and see someone they like, they should be taken as a pet, promoted, and relieved of their status as food.

Now, the fact that they are fighting for food supplies, rebelling against the ancient races, and dominating the world has enraged them, making their bloodlust even more intense.

"Indeed, since you choose to stand up and resist, then don't blame us for going all out and slaughtering all of humanity." The Great Sage of the Beast God lineage said indifferently, his Beast God Imperial Weapon glowing and flowing with extreme power.

"Why bother with these dead people? Just take action and kill them all. Slaughter all the humans on the Immortal Platform. Only humans below the Dragon Transformation level will be allowed to exist, and their numbers must be halved." The Great Sage of Primordial Lake said rudely, his words often deciding the life and death of billions of humans on an ancient life-bearing planet.

"It's still too many." The Great Sage White Tiger shook his head and said coldly, "Half of them won't work. Unlike our ancient races, humans are born and grow quickly. If we just halve them, their numbers will return to their current state in a few decades."

Several ancient sages turned their heads to look at the White Tiger Sage, their expressions questioning.

Killing too many humans as food is not good either, after all, the ancient races and countless living beings already consumed a great deal of energy on a daily basis.

Although some races are friendly with humans and some are non-carnivorous, overall there are still many that can eat people, dare to eat people, or want to eat people.

"Kill 80% of them. Those above the fourth level should be wiped out. As for the cultivators of the Wheel Sea and Dao Palace, as well as ordinary people, kill more than half of them. The rest should be distributed among various races and raised in their own captivity. Anyone above the fourth level should be killed directly!" the White Tiger Great Sage said coldly.

Now that both sides have completely broken off relations, in order to prevent the human race from having any chance to rise, it is necessary to stifle the cultivation experts among humans.

In the ancient times, one after another, ancient emperors appeared among the human race, comparable to the Primordial Emperors. Such earth-shattering events terrified and greatly astonished them.

Therefore, what they did at this time was far more extreme than in ancient times.