Impossible, this is absolutely impossible.
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist shook his head.
He knew Jiang He very well.
He had only cultivated for a short period of time, but he was already at the peak of the Perfected Immortal Realm. Moreover, he was able to kill a Golden Immortal as a Perfected Immortal. He could be said to be a peerless monster.
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist had also learned that Jiang He was very extravagant in his cultivation. When he was still a low-ranked martial artist, he would drink Origin Fluid, which was extremely precious to low-ranked martial artists, as if it was plain water, and the number of spirit stones and immortal crystals he carried was innumerable.
But …
It wasn't that easy to enter the Golden Immortal Realm.
This required an extremely deep understanding of the Dao Realm. It wasn't something that could be accumulated with resources or anything else.
Wang Hou fully understood the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist's reaction.
He patted the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist's shoulder and consoled him, "Brother Ten Thousand Swords … I can understand how you feel."
"Take me for example. Around 11 years ago, when I was traveling outside, I fell into the ruins of an abode left behind by a Void Initiation Stage senior by chance, and I obtained his inheritance and stepped onto the path of the Martial Dao."
"After that, I would spend at least an hour every day to practice martial arts. I trained in the winter and in the summer. I don't know how much sweat and effort I put in. In the end, he only trained for half a year and surpassed my eleven years of effort."
"…"
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist suddenly looked up at Wang Hou.
Wang Hou, however, did not seem to notice and simply sighed. "I've forged my own path and believed that my ability would not lose out to Golden Immortals, but I never imagined that the kid would far surpass me."
His tone was very helpless.
Meanwhile, the corner of the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist's mouth twitched.
Eleven years?
Cultivate for at least an hour a day?
Hour seemed to be the unit of time used by the people on the Ancestral Planet. Two hours?
You only cultivate for an hour every day. What the f * ck are you talking about?
He then thought about how he had been cultivating for almost 6000 years.
After going through countless battles and cultivating arduously for countless years, he became a Golden Immortal with longevity 4,000 years ago. 3,600 years ago, he founded the Myriad Swords Sect. Until now, he was still a mere pinnacle Golden Immortal.
If there were no accidents, he would probably end up as a Golden Immortal in this lifetime.
Beside his ear.
Wang Hou was chattering away, even complaining about Jiang He.
When he complained, it was inevitable that he would mention himself and make some comparisons, especially when he talked about how clumsy he was and how it took him eleven years to achieve what he had today. Furthermore …
It all depended on luck.
What about going on a trip and falling into a cave?
It turned out that the cave was the remains of an abode.
Going to the beach to look at bikinis? The seawater washed a metal box in front of him. Opening it, he saw a bottle of elixirs and a martial arts manual.
The most outrageous thing was that Wang Hou had clearly described how he once fell off a cliff.
"I remember when I first entered the eighth rank … I lost my footing and fell off a cliff while exploring an old forest in the mountains. I was seriously injured and fell into a coma. When I woke up, I found that there were a dozen or so floral spirits under the cliff."
"Fellow Daoist Myriad Swords, do you know of wood spirits?"
"You don't know?"
"Oh, this is the name that we modern people give to some mutated plants. These Floral Spirits are born by absorbing the Spiritual Qi of Heaven and Earth. They contain rich and pure energy, and because they have mutated, they have some special abilities. At that time, I was hungry and cold, so I gave those Floral Spirits to …"
"Shut up!"
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist barked angrily.
He really could not listen to it anymore.
Gritting his teeth, he said, "Minister Wang, you and Jiang He are both prodigies who carry great fortune, and it makes sense for you to cultivate faster. Still, that is not something you can brag about, and I'll turn around and return to the homeworld right now if you say anything else!"
"Fine, fine. I won't say anything."
Wang Hou could not laugh or cry.
Since when did complaining become showing off?
Oh!
He almost forgot that he had cultivated for 111 years and not eleven years, since the hundred years he spent cultivating in the Star Map counted as well.
Opening his mouth, Wang Hou eventually held back.
It was best not to say it.
If the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist misunderstood him and thought that he was bragging about his unmatched fortune to obtain the Star Map, would he not be hated by others?
Both of them said nothing just then.
Still, the atmosphere was much more relaxed than before.
Both of them continued forward, getting closer to the Black Demon Star.
"Eh?"
Suddenly, their faces twitched, and Wang Hou said, "There must have been a great battle up ahead. The dimensions are a little chaotic, and the lingering aura of battle is very strong."
"There's someone there!"
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist charged his Heaven's Eye again and exclaimed, "No, it's not a person … but a dog?"
Suddenly coming to a realization, he gaped at Wang Hou and growled, "It's that dog from Jiang He's house. What is it doing here?"
That further confirmed Wang Hou's thought before, and he smiled. "I've been to Jiang He's house. His pets and maids are not there, and it seems that he brought his entire family along to ambush the legion of the Alliance."
No longer concealing their auras, the two of them rapidly advanced, and soon arrived near the battlefield.
Unknown Fox, Dumbo, Trumbo, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, the two Golden-Winged Rocs, and the nine Wise Rock Monkeys sensed something and all turned to look, a look of surprise flashing in their eyes.
Especially Dumbo.
Taking off its sunglasses, it exclaimed in surprise, "Minister Wang, why are you here?"
"I guessed that Jiang He would come to ambush the Alliance, so I came to help."
Wang Hou replied, his eyes turning towards the stars behind Dumbo.
With his vision, he could naturally sense the Dao and godly techniques left behind in space, as well as the corpses and mystic treasures that floated in space.
Jiang He …
He really did it!
He had ambushed the legion of the Alliance single-handedly.
Moreover, from the looks of it, Jiang He had secured a complete victory, or his cat and dog would not be so leisurely cleaning up the battlefield.
Even if he had a hunch before, Wang Hou could hardly hide the shock on his face now that it was confirmed.
After the shock, there was boundless delight.
The Hundred Races Alliance had been wiped out by Jiang He!
Earth's crisis was averted!
"Hold on …"
Wang Hou's expression changed then, and he turned towards Dumbo and pressed, "Where's Jiang He? How are his wounds? "
Dumbo thought about it, and then shook its head.
It mused to itself, "I don't know. When I saw him, he had just returned from a great battle and was bathed in blood, and he appeared a little listless. He did not mention his wounds specifically, and we did not ask either, so he must be fine."
After being influenced by the 'old scholar' Trumbo, Dumbo now sounded rather cultured when it spoke, and was no longer cursing 'what the hell', 'what the hell', 'your grandfather', and other vulgarities, as well as its Xibei dialect.
Breathing a long sigh, Wang Hou asked, "Where is your master now?"
Dumbo extended its paw and pointed at the distant stars, saying, "That direction, several hundred thousand kilometers away."
Beside them, the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist appeared petrified.
He muttered, "Impossible, that's impossible … how powerful is the legion of the Alliance? Not even the immortals of the homeworld could win against them. How could Jiang He repel the legion of the Alliance alone? "
"What do you mean?"
Dumbo was displeased at the doubt.
Once it became angry, its dialect resurfaced.
Rolling its eyes, it studied the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist from head to toe before baring its teeth and sneered, "How could a bunch of trash compare to my master?"
"How could a mere Hundred Races Alliance match my master?"
"My master had charged into the Black Demon Star alone and turned the Hundred Races Alliance's legion upside down, slaying thousands of Heavenly Immortals, hundreds of True Immortals, and almost a hundred Golden Immortals on his own. As for the legionnaires beneath Heavenly Immortals, there were countless of them."
"Even Black Demon Star was blown up by my master. Could the immortals you speak of do the same?"
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist was not angry even though he was rebuked by a dog.
In fact, all his emotions were filled with astonishment, and he did not know what anger was.
Nonetheless, he could not help retorting at Dumbo's words, "Jiang He is merely a True Immortal …"
"Insolence!"
Furious, Dumbo barked, "How dare you belittle my master? Do you believe that my master would cut off your head with one swing of his sword? "
Huh!
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist was blue with shock.
That dog …
How could it be so insensible?
Still, considering that even a dog should look to its master, he did not bother with Dumbo and said, "I've never belittled Jiang He. His combat ability is peerless, and he could turn the tables on Golden Immortals despite being a True Immortal. His true combat ability would not lose out to mine, but the Alliance is not weak."
Could it be …
His gaze twitching, the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist asked, "Could the legion of the Alliance not have assembled in time?"
"So, they do not have many elites?"
"What are you talking about?"
Dumbo became even more furious, barking at the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist and barking furiously, "You dog! In the end, aren't you just belittling my master? Do you believe that I won't slap you? "
Of course.
All it did was taunt him verbally.
It was using Jiang He's might to behave atrociously.
After all, Dumbo knew the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist — he was a peak Golden Immortal and a powerful sword cultivator at that. How could a dog that had cultivated for just over half a year be his match?
Unknown Fox smiled and rose to his feet, saying, "You're right, Ten Thousand Swords Daoist. The legion of the Alliance is definitely not fully assembled."
The Ten Thousand Swords Daoist smiled and coolly glanced at Dumbo.
As such …
It only made sense now.
In the end, Jiang He's methods were mysterious and unpredictable. Moreover, he had a precedent of killing Golden Immortals. If there were only a few lesser races and a dozen Golden Immortals gathered here, Jiang He would have no chance of repelling them if he took them down one by one.
"Oh, no!"
At that thought, the Ten Thousand Swords Daoist quickly said, "Quick, contact your master. We may have won this battle, but we wouldn't be able to escape once the elites of the Alliance come to their senses and charge at us together."
"Don't worry, Ten Thousand Swords Daoist."
Unknown Fox appeared refreshed and had a faint smile on his face. "Let me finish first, and it won't be too late to decide later."
Ahem.
Unknown Fox cleared his throat.
After being a grandson for so long …
Finally, it's time for me to show off.
He maintained his calm demeanor, as if even the world collapsing would not make him frown or shake him. "A few days ago," he said calmly, "My master and I arrived at the Black Demon Star together …"
"At the time, dozens of races had gathered here."
[S: Third update here. Requesting recommendation votes and monthly votes. Thank you, everyone.]
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