The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 433 - 121: Emperor Yan Defeated, Jiuli Stirred

Chapter 433: Chapter 121: Emperor Yan Defeated, Jiuli Stirred

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The vast plains that stretch for tens of millions of miles have turned into the Purgatory of Earth. Severed limbs and broken arms abound, the scarlet blood has dyed the land crimson, and the soaring Evil Qi has turned the Void into a greyish-black.

In the midst of the vast Banquan Plain, the air is thick with smoke and dust. Looking down from the sky, there is bloodshed and slaughter everywhere.

The earth-shaking roars seem to tear through time and space. Banners flutter in the wind, and wanton killing is seen everywhere as two tidal waves of the Human Clan crash into each other unceasingly, the boundless Evil Qi slowly converging.

Dust mixes with sweat; blood coagulates with soil, clinging together and sending up a salty, somewhat fishy odor. It is the scent of blood from slaughter!

The tribes under Chen Capital continuously changed their formations. These were the tactics of military formations that Xuanyuan learned from "Deceit." After months of study and assisted by the Nine Heavens Mystic Lady, who was adept in battlefield strategies, the two of them had researched and devised these tactics.

Now, the tribes under Chen Capital have been transformed by Xuanyuan’s deliberate training.

At this moment, high above the Cangqiong, Xuanyuan and Jiang Ke are locked in a fierce battle.

"Behold the spear!"

Xuanyuan roars defiantly, his black hair gleaming like a waterfall, shining with a cyan light. He thrusts his spear forward with both hands, the sharp tip sparkling with the Upper Pure Immortal Light, the cold glint of the long spear piercing through Heaven and Earth.

"Hum!"

The long spear breaks the sky, a deafening sound of air exploding resonates, chilling to the bone. A terrifying murderous aura pervades in all directions, targeting Jiang Ke’s face.

"Ding"

Jiang Ke’s hair flies wildly, his body of immense height gleams with a Pure Gold luster, his giant axe rhythmically spinning like a mountain soaring into the sky, clashing continuously with the invading spear, the sounds terrifyingly loud.

The two have fallen into a struggle of life and death, neither willing to step back an inch—each strike could be fatal!

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the giant axe transforms into an enormous mountain soaring over ten thousand feet, crashing down towards Xuanyuan with a thunderous roar, boulders tumbling from its height.

Looking up at the towering mountain, Xuanyuan, about to defend, suddenly has a glint in his eyes. He staggers as if tripped by something, scrambling desperately to the side.

"Boom!"

The heavy mountain lands, striking hard near Xuanyuan, turning what was once flat ground into a deep abyss.

A mournful howl emanates from the depths of the abyss, the bone-chilling sound striking terror into hearts.

Xuanyuan, having dodged the mountain’s crash, glances at Jiang Ke before turning to leave. At the same time, he flings out a small, exquisite Yellow Banner that circles the entire battlefield.

Subsequently, Chen Capital’s army, which had been holding the upper hand, began retreating steadily and in surprise, even showing traces of panic.

Overjoyed at the sight, Jiang Ke believes his side’s onslaught to be effective. He immediately orders, "Kill! This time we must shatter Chen Capital’s forces!"

In an instant, the entire army from the Northern Continent bursts forth, this tidal wave clings tightly to the retreating forces of Chen Capital, pushing deeply into Banquan Plain.

Time passes unknowingly until Chen Capital’s forces halt. Both armies are now fully exposed on the plains, facing off once again.

Gazing at the somewhat disheveled ranks of Chen Capital, Jiang Ke laughs heartily, "Xuanyuan, our conflict has raged for over two years. Although the three-year term is not yet met, you have already been defeated. Won’t you cede the title of Human Emperor now?"

Xuanyuan, who appeared somewhat dejected, now suddenly discards all signs of despair. He chuckles lightly, "Jiang Ke, what makes you so sure I will be defeated?"

Jiang Ke hears this and his heart skips a beat; he notices that the previously retreating soldiers of Chen Capital now appear revitalized, as if the flight had never happened.

Jiang Ke, growing increasingly unsettled, clenches his teeth and tries to maintain composure, "Xuanyuan, stop your futile struggle! If you write your abdication now, I’ll spare your life. Otherwise, I will make sure you die right here!"

Xuanyuan sheds his gentle demeanor with a cold smile, "You won’t shed a tear until you see your coffin! Where are my people from Chen Capital?"

"Your subjects are here!"

"Your subjects are here!"

Like the sound of waves, replies suddenly come from all directions. Unexpectedly, behind the now empty ranks of the Northern Continent’s army, more than ten million soldiers appear out of nowhere. Together with the forces at Jiang Ke’s front from Chen Capital, they number thirty million strong.

At this moment, Jiang Ke truly found himself in a predicament with no avenue for retreat or advance.

"Jiang Ke, as of now you’ve been surrounded by my Chen Capital’s vast army, beset on all sides. Tell me, does this not count as having seized your entire Northern Continent?" Emperor Xuan Yuan’s expression was solemn as the aura around him suddenly surged violently.

Jiang Ke’s face twisted wildly as he bellowed, "Xuan Yuan you scoundrel, you actually resort to deceit! Since the beginning of this campaign, aside from you and me, neither side has ever employed Immortal Techniques! And now, you’ve used Immortal Spell to hide nearly ten million of your Chen Capital’s great army. What’s the meaning of this?"

Xuan Yuan let out a cold laugh and said, "Jiang Ke, did you really think I would stoop so low as you imagine? My army has long hollowed out the earth for tens of miles around, and at this moment they’ve simply emerged from the tunnels below. Where is there any use of Immortal Techniques? Jiang Ke, will you surrender or not?"

Jiang Ke paused at these words and glanced around. Indeed, he saw the still damp earth, and his face instantly took on a miserable look.

As the son of the Earth Emperor Shennong, how could he break his word?

Just as he was about to dismount from his steed to show surrender, a white cloud suddenly drifted across the sky. Atop the white cloud was a blood-covered Daoist.

Before even laying eyes on Jiang Ke, the Daoist cried out tragically, "Emperor Yan Your Majesty, Emperor Yan Your Majesty, disaster has struck, disaster has struck! Our Northern Continent has been attacked by unknown enemies, with heavy casualties! Even the tens of thousands of cultivators you left behind have been nearly wiped out!"

"What?" Upon hearing these words, Jiang Ke abruptly turned his head to look at Xuan Yuan, bellowing, "Xuan Yuan, you’re utterly despicable! I wage war with you on the Banquan Plain, and inside the Northern Continent are but the old, the weak, women, and children. You, being the Human Emperor, ought to consider all under heaven. To strike at them now, even if I, Jiang Ke, have to die, I will see that you are buried with them!"

Emperor Xuan Yuan was initially taken aback and then turned to his side, calling out loudly, "Where is the Yun Hu Pavilion Master?"

Yun Hu, who had always been hovering above the Chen Capital’s army, safeguarding Xuan Yuan, slowly materialized before him.

"Yun Hu greets Your Majesty!" Yun Hu stroked his short beard and respectfully saluted Xuan Yuan.

"Yun Hu Fellow Daoist, did you order any Tribute from the Sacrificial Pavilion to raid the tribes in the Northern Continent today?" Xuan Yuan asked gravely.

The matter was of extreme severity. One mishap could incite a desperate resistance from the human residents of the Northern Continent. In the event of a great human turmoil, should the Barbarians from the Four Directions take the chance to invade, wouldn’t it mean the complete decline of the Human Clan? Thus, Xuan Yuan’s tone was inevitably stern.

Yun Hu, the Old Tao, was astonished upon hearing this, vehemently responding, "Without Your Majesty’s command, the Sacrificial Pavilion would not dare to act rashly!"

Xuan Yuan knew well of Yun Hu’s character – if he said he did not go, then he certainly did not.

Therefore, he turned to Jiang Ke and said, "Jiang Ke, you heard it too. This affair concerning the Northern Continent is not the doing of my Chen Capital!"

"You believe this Old Tao, I do not!" Jiang Ke, who had followed Shennong since childhood, had always been at odds with Yun Hu.

Upon hearing Jiang Ke’s words, Yun Hu became so enraged that his beard bristled, shouting, "Jiang Ke, you little rascal! The words I, Yun Hu, utter are as solid as a spit-nailed plank. If there is one lie in my speech, may I, Yun Hu, never reach the threshold of the Quasi-Saint Realm for my entire life!"

At this, Jiang Ke’s face finally darkened, leaving him no choice but to believe.

Such a vow was far too grave; Yun Hu had been cultivating for just over ten thousand years and had been immersed in the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm for several thousands of those. Now at the peak of the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm, being forever unable to step into the Quasi-Saint Realm would indeed be too ruthless.

Emperor Xuan Yuan also felt puzzled, who could possess such power to run rampant across the Northern Continent?

He looked at the cultivator with blood on his face, taking more breaths out than in, and asked, "Fellow Daoist, what Taoism did those attackers use, and what Magic Treasure did they wield?"

The cultivator, who had narrowly escaped death, caught his breath for a moment and recalled, "Those people were definitely of the Human Clan! But their average height was much taller than ours. They were bare-chested, their bodies seemingly marked with colorful runes. Whenever our Magic Treasures struck them, they always sparked! Moreover, they seemed to have an innate control over the Power of Laws of Heaven and Earth!"

"The Jiuli Clan!"

Both Xuan Yuan and Emperor Yan Jiang Ke exclaimed in unison, their aura soaring into the sky.

The Jiuli Clan refers to the Witch Clan of the northern region of the Northern Continent. In fact, it specifically targets the Jiuli Tribe where Chi You resides.

Only the Jiuli Clan could manipulate one, or even two, Power of Laws of Heaven and Earth with ease immediately after birth. What’s more, the Witch blood flowing through their veins manifested outwardly as those runes and their bodies impervious to blades and spears.

In fact, while Emperor Xuan Yuan was troubled by the fact that Jiang Ke had defected from the Human Clan, the spiritually intelligent Chi You had also begun the process of uniting the smaller Jiuli tribes in the Extreme North.

Chi You, now completely aware of his previous and current lives, to fulfill his ambitions, forcibly enslaved the Arctic Blood Wolf Clan of the Extreme North Ice Field, and used Witch Clan Secret Techniques to transform them into ferocious beasts six zhang in length and nearly two zhang in height. Using these formidable Blood Wolves as mounts for the Jiuli tribespeople,

Thereafter, he led eighty-one Reincarnated Earth Witches, personally trained by him, along with Jiuli tribespeople into battle across the deserts of the Extreme North. In just two and a half years, he unified all the smaller Jiuli tribes of the Extreme North.

Now, the Extreme North has become entirely the domain of the Jiuli Clan.

Chi You’s army marched southward to directly take Du Chen and dominate the Central Plains. The first target, naturally, was the various tribes of the Human Clan in the Northern Continent.

At this moment, to the north of the Wei River, including the Lie Mountain Tribe, all had fallen into the hands of the Jiuli Clan. (To be continued. If you like this work, we welcome you to vote for it with a recommendation ticket or monthly ticket at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to continue reading.)