Chapter 135 Those who are not of our kind will surely have different hearts.
While Ao Kuang was locked in combat with Gonggong, he glanced down at the ground and saw that the shores of the East Sea were covered with mysterious darkness. The human race was struggling to survive with their meager cultivation. Many of them had turned bluish-purple. After hesitating for a moment, they were almost hit on the head by Gonggong's punch.
"Humans, listen up! Come with us obediently and you may live; otherwise, you will die!" Xuanming incited the humans with words even while fighting.
Their crown prince is almost a Great Witch, and the other Witch Clan members with human blood are also making rapid progress in their cultivation. Gonggong and Xuanming looked down at the humans with a faint green light in their eyes, full of longing. Men and women, they wanted them all.
The human, whose mind was sluggish from the cold, slowly moved his eyes, struggling to think about Xuanming's words.
To die immediately, or to live a wretched life? This is a difficult choice.
Someone hesitated before standing up, then a second, a third...
Just then, a ray of light pierced through the dark clouds, bringing warmth and dispelling the extremely yin and cold mysterious energy of the East Sea. The nun reached out her hand in a daze to catch the ray of sunlight, wondering if it was a delusion before her death.
A blinding light descended from the sky, and a towering sword slashed through the Xuan You realm. Xuan Ming sensed the danger but was sent flying before he could even defend himself...
In their haste, Xuanming and Gonggong only managed to narrowly avoid fatal blows, but they could not escape their blood spilling on the shores of the East Sea.
"Great Ancestral Witches..." Xuanming and the great witches brought by Gonggong exclaimed in surprise, never having seen the Ancestral Witches so vulnerable to attack.
The colossal sword then transformed into countless smaller swords, completely eliminating the water dragons before merging back into one, its unstoppable force piercing through Gonggong. Amidst the myriad auspicious lights, a magnificent male immortal in splendid robes and a jade crown could be faintly seen, exuding unparalleled majesty.
"Your Excellency..."
"His Majesty has arrived..."
Dozens of dragons transformed into human form from the clouds, "Greetings, Your Majesty..."
Xuanming and Gonggong closed their eyes briefly. "Dijun, don't go too far..."
Chang Hao raised an eyebrow. Di Jun?
Chang Hao suppressed the auspicious light around him and chuckled softly, his voice still clearly audible, "Di Jun? You've disappointed the two Ancestral Witches."
"Ao Kuang, I'm here. I hope I'm not too late." Chang Hao checked the situation of the human race. Fortunately, the casualties were not great.
"Your Majesty, Ao Kuang has successfully defended the East Sea, and we can finally breathe a sigh of relief." Ao Kuang knew that Chang Hao would first go to the West Sea, North Sea, and South Sea to deal with the troubles, so he had been stalling for time. Fortunately, he managed to hold out until Your Majesty arrived.
Chang Hao smiled reassuringly at Ao Kuang, "Ao Kuang, you're very good."
"Chang Hao of Lishan greets you. May I ask which two Ancestral Witches you are?" Chang Hao smiled radiantly, neither angry nor upset. His words, though polite, were extremely insulting.
Humiliation flashed across Xuanming and Gonggong's faces, but they forced themselves not to show any fear. They were the backbone of the Great Witch behind them. "Venerable Changhao, even if you defeat us, so what? You can protect the human race today, but you can't protect it tomorrow. Will the human race behind you choose to merge with the Witch Clan into one race, or will they eke out a living in the primordial world?"
Chang Hao didn't turn his head. "That was their own choice afterward. As long as they are still in the East China Sea, they will be under my protection."
“Venerable Changhao, are you sure you want to oppose the Witch Clan? We, the Twelve Ancestral Witches, have never distinguished between you and me. Two of us are no match for you, but what about five, ten, or twelve?” Xuanming threatened.
"The Twelve Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation? Can it summon Pangu to descend?" Chang Hao was eager to try it out. He knew that the Three Pure Ones had this skill, so it was not surprising that the Witch Clan also had it. "Perfect, I haven't seen your Ancestral Witches' formations yet. I'll wait for your arrival here. Don't disappoint me."
Pangu...
He hasn't even said thank you in person yet...
Gonggong was so astonished he couldn't close his mouth. "How did you know, you scoundrel? Spying on my Wu clan's formation, you're unworthy of being called a son!!!"
“With your Wu clan’s brains and mouths, they’re so big they can let the wind through. Why would you need to spy?” Ao Guang, standing behind Ao Kuang, mocked. “Do you even know what it means to keep your mouth shut? A bunch of big mouths.”
Although the dragons chuckled, their combined voices were quite loud.
Chang Hao couldn't help but chuckle. Although he was just guessing, the Wu Clan's big mouth was famous throughout the prehistoric world. This time, the Ancestral Witches were really wronged. He didn't know how Di Jiang would deal with them when they got back.
"Gonggong, Xuanming, will you choose to leave with the Great Shamans, or stay and become nourishment for the world?" Chang Hao's Cangmin Sword echoed these words, its sword energy soaring into the sky.
That being said, he fought swiftly in the Three Seas, letting the six Ancestral Witches escape without pursuing them. Now, the only trouble left is in the East Sea. Chang Hao is determined to keep Xuanming and Gonggong alive so he can negotiate with the Witch Clan.
"I, Gonggong, am not easily intimidated..." Gonggong clenched his fist, gathering the power of water again and again, about to throw it out. Xuanming grabbed Gonggong. This simple-minded Gonggong only knew how to fight and kill. The two of them were clearly no match for Chang Hao.
"Xuanming, what are you doing? Be careful or I'll beat you up." Gonggong was quite indiscriminate in distinguishing friend from foe.
Xuanming rolled his eyes at Gonggong, annoyed, thinking he was really brainless. Then he turned to the humans behind him and said, "Humans, do you choose to come back to the Wu Clan with us, or do you choose to die in the East Sea at any time? Venerable Changhao can't be there whenever you call or protect you in the East Sea all the time, while we Wu Clan can come to the East Sea to snatch people at any time."
Xuanming used a combination of coercion and intimidation, hoping that some wavering humans would voluntarily return to the Wu Clan's gathering place with them.
Although the humans were in the rear, they still glared angrily. The heroine had paid the price with her life to make them understand what would happen if they followed the witch clan.
If they were caught, they would rather die immediately than have their bodies and spirits give birth to bastards, have their last drop of essence drained, and end up with a soul adrift and wandering aimlessly.
Especially for women, it is common for them to give birth to a witch who then dies.
"Go back to the Witch Clan with you, and then be kept as a breeding tool?" When it comes to understanding the human race, even a hundred Xuanmings couldn't compare to Chang Hao. When it comes to persuading the human race, Chang Hao is an expert.
"Don't put it so harshly," Xuanming said, his face grim. He forced himself to say something he couldn't lie to himself: "Human lifespan is but a fleeting moment. Before they can cultivate, they return to dust in a hundred years. I believe they would also want their descendants to be blessed with a powerful foundation."
But what does that have to do with Xuanming? As long as we can fool the human race, that's all that matters.
There is only one Venerable Chang Hao, but their Ancestral Witches, apart from those who must stay behind to guard against the demon race, can be said to have come out in full force. Even if they lost in the East Sea, there are still the Xuanming of the South Sea, North Sea, and West Sea who are determined to keep Chang Hao in the East Sea.
"But are they humans?" Chang Hao knew that if he didn't explain clearly, the unsuspecting humans would really be misled, and that would be a tragedy.
"Perhaps, half-shamans will eventually be assimilated by humans because they have been intermarrying with humans. But will you ancestral shamans just stand by and watch?" Chang Hao sneered. "You are only planning to deplete the human race and create a new shaman race to form a large army to resist the demon race. You don't care whether the human race will be wiped out or exterminated. What you will do is use them and then kick them aside."
“Perhaps you are plotting to destroy Nuwa’s foundation for enlightenment and cripple the demon race,” Chang Hao pointed out the witch race’s scheme clearly, tearing off the pretense directly. “But don’t forget, the human race is also the place where the Moral Celestial Venerable attained enlightenment. He is the leader of the Human Religion, and the human race is also the foundation for his enlightenment. You have no right to interfere.”
A chill ran down Xuanming's spine as he looked at Chang Hao with a sinister and ruthless glint in his eyes, wishing he could devour Chang Hao alive.
What a clever Venerable Chang Hao! He's quite something. In just a few encounters, he's revealed the deepest secret of the Witch Clan: their plan to secretly destroy two saints. Di Jiang only hinted at it to her, not even to Hou Tu.
"Those who are not of our kind are sure to have different hearts." These eight words struck the minds of the human race like thunder in a dry land. The shores of the East Sea were filled with righteous energy. Chang Hao's black hair moved without wind, deeply stinging the eyes of everyone present.
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