“Lu Ya, you have been famous for so long, aren’t you afraid of being ridiculed by the world for killing a junior like this?” Yu Ding said, taking a deep breath.
"Laugh at? Fine, I won't make a move then." Lu Ya smiled.
“Uh…” Yu Ding was stunned for a moment, then his face turned even more ugly.
Even without him making a move, the few quasi-saints behind him could easily subdue them.
"Hehe, Taiyi, keep going, come on, keep going." Shen Gongbao shouted arrogantly at Taiyi Zhenren.
The latter secretly hid behind Yu Ding and the others.
"Ha ha ha ha..."
The demons and the disciples of the Jie Sect burst into laughter.
The atmosphere on the Chan Sect's side instantly became extremely awkward.
"Go." Lu Ya waved his hand in front of him.
Aside from a few quasi-saints, the crowd behind them charged forward again, and the two sides clashed once more.
Although the quasi-saints did not make a move, the Chan Sect was still struggling. After all, the demon race was not weak, and in just a short while, the Chan Sect disciples in the sky fell one after another.
"Senior Brother Yuding, this can't go on. We must quickly inform Senior Brother Randeng and the others," said Manjushri Daoist urgently.
If this continues, all the disciples of the Chan Sect, except for the Great Luo cultivators, will probably be wiped out.
"Qingxu," Yu Ding called out to the Taoist Qingxu beside him.
Qingxu nodded, then summoned a colorful fan and vigorously fanned it into the air.
A tornado appeared out of nowhere, carrying flames within it, instantly scattering the entire battlefield—this was the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan.
Seizing the opportunity, Yu Ding instantly transformed into a rainbow of light and shot towards the sky, flying towards the outer heavens.
"A mere trick." Lu Ya paid no attention to the departing Jade Cauldron Immortal and reached out to grab something in front of him.
The precious fan in Qingxu Daoist's hand was instantly controlled by a force. He tried desperately to hold on, but the fan slipped from his hand and flew towards Lu Ya.
"This is really a good thing." Lu Ya said, fanning himself, but the magic weapon seemed to have no reaction to him.
The tornado then disappeared, and the two sides clashed again.
Meanwhile, the two sides of the human race below were also locked in fierce fighting. Although the Heavenly Dragon Legion was outnumbered, each member was capable of fighting ten against one, directly suppressing Xiqi and forcing the other side to retreat.
"How could this be? How could they be so strong?" Bo Yikao, at the back of the group, looked incredulous. His side had such a large numerical advantage, yet they still ended up like this.
"It seems that Chaoge has been hiding its true colors all these years," Nangong Shi sighed.
"General Nangong, what's going on with those immortals? Didn't they say the battle would be over soon? And why did so many people just fly out of Sishui Pass again?" Boyi Kao asked, his face full of questions.
“I don’t know either, young master. If things go wrong, you must leave immediately, go back and report to the Marquis, and prepare for the worst,” Nangong Shi said.
Upon hearing this, Boyi Kao was instantly at a loss for words.
"Boom, boom..."
A series of loud noises came from the sky, followed by several figures flying down.
"Randeng, where are you running to?"
Immediately afterwards, several more figures flew down from the sky, and it was Daoist Duobao who shouted the message.
"Swish swish..."
Several streaks of rainbow light flew down, and Randeng, Xuandu, Guangchengzi, and Nanji appeared somewhat disheveled.
"Swish swish..."
Following closely behind were Duobao and his seven companions, who also looked somewhat disheveled, indicating that they had just engaged in a fierce battle in the heavens.
"As expected, it's you." Ran Deng looked at the demon saints with a gloomy expression.
"Haha, Your Highness, why are you here so early? I haven't had enough fun yet." Duobao laughed, then complained a little.
"I can't let you steal all the credit." Lu Ya smiled.
"Hmm... We have twelve Quasi-Saints here, and you four, do you still want to continue?" Duobao turned to Randeng and the others and asked.
Ran Deng's face was grim. He turned around and looked at the disciples of the Chan Sect. Then his pupils suddenly contracted. He found that more than half of the people were gone. There were many familiar figures on the ground, all of them corpses.
"Damn it, Lu Ya, do you demons really want to be enemies with a sage?" Guang Chengzi said with a face full of grief and indignation.
"No, no, no, I already said that my demon race will also participate in this calamity. Life and death are up to fate. Besides, I only killed a small bird, and I didn't attack your fellow disciples," Lu Ya said.
"Damn it, you..." Guang Chengzi was about to say something more when Xuan Du stopped him.
"Greetings, Senior Lu Ya. I hope you will give the Supreme Sage some face and not interfere in our conflict. What do you say?" Xuan Du said.
He was implying that he had two sages on his side, one of whom was the foremost sage, Taishang.
"You are Xuandu? Truly remarkable, the number one human in the innate realm. I didn't expect you to have cultivated to this level so quickly," Lu Ya praised.
"You flatter me, senior," Xuan Du said with a smile, thinking the other party was about to back down.
"Hmph, but you're not qualified to make me back down. Who do you think you are?" Lu Ya's expression changed immediately.
“You…” Xuan Du’s face immediately turned extremely ugly.
“Senior Brother Xuandu, there’s no need to say more,” Ran Deng said.
"Since you insist on going your own way, then don't blame me," Ran Deng sneered.
He then took out a jade artifact from his robes, which floated in mid-air. He then lit a lamp and bowed to the jade artifact.
"We respectfully request that the teacher appear."
Then all the disciples of the Chan Sect bowed down in worship.
Lu Ya's eyes narrowed instantly.
"Buzz..."
The jade artifact shattered instantly, and a huge phantom slowly appeared, carrying a trace of holy might; it was the projection of the Primordial Celestial Venerable.
The primordial phantom in the sky slowly opened its eyes, glanced around, and instantly understood what had happened.
"I didn't expect your demon race to lie low for so long, and now you've actually made a high-profile appearance," said the illusory figure of the Primordial Beginning.
"Greetings, Fellow Daoist Yuanshi." Lu Ya cupped his hands slightly to the illusory figure in the air. With his seniority, he could naturally address him as Fellow Daoist.
"Lu Ya, how have you been? Since you survived back then, why get involved this time?" said the illusory figure of the Primordial Beginning.
“Stillness breeds restlessness. Besides, our demon race is atoning for our sins. We killed too many people back then. Now that the human race is in trouble, we will naturally not stand idly by,” Lu Ya sighed.
"The legitimate human race?" Yuan Shi was taken aback.
“Yin Shou is the ruler of the Great Shang Dynasty, and the Great Shang Dynasty’s fate has not yet run out, so he is naturally the rightful heir of the human race,” Lu Ya said.
"Is this what Junior Sister Nuwa meant?" the illusory figure of Yuanshi asked.
“This has nothing to do with Your Majesty. It’s a decision made by our demon race. What do you think? Is it that the Primordial Sage is going to intervene and stop us?” Lu Ya said.
Yuanshi narrowed his eyes slightly. Although the Dao Ancestor had said that sages should not intervene, he couldn't care less about that at this moment.
"Are you really not going to retreat?" Yuanshi asked again.
Lu Ya shook his head again.
The illusory figure of the Primordial Beginning narrowed its eyes slightly, as if it wanted to see right through Lu Ya.
"Very well, it seems that I have been away from Jade Void Palace for so long that the world has forgotten who I am," Yuanshi said coldly.
"Light the lamp!" Yuanshi shouted.
"Yes," Ran Deng replied, bowing.
Yuanshi gave him a look, and Randeng instantly understood. He began to form hand seals, and then spread his arms as if to welcome something.
"This is bad! Yuanshi, how dare you disobey the Dao Ancestor's orders!" Lu Ya's expression changed drastically upon seeing this.
"snort..."
The primordial phantom in the air transformed into a golden light and entered the body of Burning Lamp.
The aura of the Burning Lamp Daoist instantly surged, reaching the half-step Primordial Realm, far surpassing all the Quasi-Saints present.
A powerful aura erupted, causing strange phenomena in the sky: dark clouds rolled, thunder rumbled, and the lamp floated in the air, as if it had become a different person, its face expressionless.
"If you leave now, I can let you go," Ran Deng said confidently.
Despite the large number of Quasi-Saints in the Great Shang Dynasty, they are still no match for Half-Step Primordial Beings. Half-Step Primordial Beings have already transcended the Quasi-Saint category, and their strength has increased several times over.
"Form the formation!" Duobao suddenly shouted to the people behind him.
“Yes,” the Three Immortals, the Holy Mother of the Three Immortals, immediately replied.
"Whoosh..."
The group immediately flew away, forming a hexagonal formation, with Duobao flying to the center of the group.
"Buzz..."
Yunxiao threw out a bucket-shaped magic weapon, which flew towards Duobao and stopped above his head.
"The Primordial Golden Cauldron!" Lu Ya exclaimed in shock.
Immediately afterwards, a powerful aura surged from the group and converged on Duobao, who served as the core of the formation.
"Don't even think about it," Ran Deng shouted, then reached out to grab the group.
A gigantic hand, capable of blotting out the sky, suddenly appeared in the sky and pressed down with immense power.
"Swish..."
This indiscriminate attack forced everyone to retreat, even Lu Ya and his group avoided its sharp edge.
At this moment, a powerful phantom image of flowing water appeared around Duobao and the others, followed by a towering phantom image of surging water rushing towards the palm in the sky.
"The Nine-Bend Yellow River Formation!" Guang Chengzi exclaimed in surprise.
"Retreat again, retreat again! We must not let that illusory reflection of the river touch us!" the Antarctic Immortal shouted loudly.
The group retreated to a distance again, and before leaving, both sides swept away the human soldiers below to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
"Splash..."
The surging river water flew into the sky like a winding dragon, while the Taoist Ran Deng remained calm and gritted his teeth to continue using his supernatural powers, causing the giant in the sky to accelerate even further.
"boom..."
The river water and the giant hand collided in mid-air, and a transparent energy shield appeared around the giant hand. The river water, which could eliminate everything, seemed unable to break through the giant hand's attack.
"Oh..."
Duobao made a hand seal and roared again. The phantom of the Yellow River transformed into nine branches in the air. Several branches broke away from the palm's range and circled around the lamp in the air, intending to attack his main body directly. This phantom of the Yellow River contained various powers. As long as it touched, it could cause the immortal to lose their spirit, dissipate their soul, trap their form, damage their energy, lose their original essence, and harm their limbs.
"Unfortunately, this isn't the Yellow River." At Sishui Pass, Lu Ya shook his head and sighed, seemingly pessimistic about the formation.
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