The Demi-Saints of the Gods, Demons, and other foreign races were taken aback as well.
Like the Gods, Demons, and other hegemons of the universe, the humans of the Three Realms had built a base in the celestial battlefield that occupied an entire constellation, making it an out-and-out military base.
Even so, large-scale wars above Grand Luo rarely broke out, which was why there would at most be one Demi-Saint standing guard. That was the case for the Gods, Demons, and humans.
And now, the Grand Mage of Xuan Du had led the Chan Sect, the Jie Sect, the Buddhist Sect, and the many Demi-Saints of the Three Realms to meet them, clearly prepared.
"Let's go!"
One of the foreign Demi-Saints barked.
Even so, it was too late.
The Grand Mage of Xuan Du strode out, the Taiji Circle over his head flying out and sealing the world.
Behind him, the five-colored flags flapped loudly, with one of them turning into black water and landing in the north. It was the Northern Arcane Water Manipulation Flag. Another flag ignited with blazing flames and landed in the south. It was the Southern Floating Flame Flag.
There was also the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag, the Eastern Green Lotus Flag, and the Western White Cloud Flag.
The five flags instantly cut off the many foreign Demi-Saints' path of retreat.
The Grand Mage of Xuan Du was not huge, but he appeared immeasurably imposing in that very moment.
Holding the Yellow Tower of Heaven and Earth in his palm, he strode out, the dimensions beneath his feet reversing and instantly arriving before the Stoner Patriarch, saying flatly, "How dare you, Stoner Patriarch! How dare you attack a junior of the Three Realms! Do you really think that you're riding on the coattails of the Gods and Demons?"
The look on the Stoner Patriarch's face dropped and he turned to flee. Even so, the dimensions were sealed by the Taiji Circle and the Five Elements Flags, and he was much weaker than the Grand Mage of Xuan Du in terms of escape techniques. He could not escape at all.
Kaboom!
The battle erupted.
In just a few breaths, the Stoner Patriarch was at a disadvantage.
He revealed his true form as a towering stone giant that was over five thousand kilometers tall, but the Grand Mage of Xuan Du's blows sent rubble flying everywhere.
Jiang He, who was watching in the dark, felt a chill inwardly when he sensed the horrific aura of the battle. "Is … is this a fight between peak Demi-Saints? I should be able to kill him for a while with my skills. If my Immortal Dao cultivation also ascends to the Sage-to-be Realm, it won't be difficult to fight him to a draw. But isn't the Great Daoist Master Xuan Du too powerful? "
The Stoner Ancestor, the Nether River Patriarch, and the Great Mage Xuan Du were equally ranked among the Demi-Saints in the universe?
Jiang He smirked.
Is this the ranking of the mentally retarded?
Or could it be that this person did not take into account Great Daoist Master Xuan Du's "Saint" three-piece set when he was ranking?
"To be honest … the Taiji Diagram, the Flags of Five Elements, and the Mysterious Yellow Pagoda … An ordinary Saint's battle prowess would increase by a bit if they had one of them. Taishang Laojun directly lent these three to his own disciple. It would be strange if he wasn't powerful!"
Jiang He was not paying attention to the battle between the Stoner Patriarch and the Grand Mage of Xuan Du.
There was no need to look anymore.
If the Stoneskin Ancestor couldn't escape, he would be killed sooner or later.
The battle on the other side had also erupted.
The Demi-Saints of the three realms went out together and each found an opponent to fight against the Demi-Saints of the foreign races.
Among them, the most dazzling one was a fairy in a fluttering white robe. She held a pair of Golden Flood Dragon Scissors and had the Primeval Chaos Golden Dipper above her head. She fought with the eldest disciple of the God Ancestor and did not lose the upper hand.
Five of the twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect had arrived as well, including the True Habitant of Tai Yi and the True Habitant of Yu Ding whom Jiang He was familiar with.
There was also the Old Man of the South Pole and Daoist Duobao of Chan School.
"The Three Realms' heritage is that powerful?"
Jiang He was secretly moved.
The twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect were all Demi-Saints, and the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole added up to thirteen Demi-Saints.
The disciples of the Jie Sect would not lose out to the Chan Sect in terms of ability, and the Western Sect alone had over twenty Demi-Saints … as for the Ren Sect, everyone knew that the True Lord of Morality and Purity only had one disciple, the Grand Mage of Xuandu.
"The daemons should have a few Demi-Saints as well … the legendary Daoist Lu Ya … oh, he seems to be dead."
"It seems that Kong Xuan is still alive … he is a peak Demi-Saint who would not lose out to the Cloudy Sky Daoist and the Daoist of Many Treasures. Moreover, the dragons have a long history and would definitely have their elites."
"And there's also the Grand Immortal of Primeval Suppression who controls the Earth Tome …"
"Tut, tut, tut …"
"If those elites come together, wouldn't they be able to kill every single one of those foreign Demi-Saints?"
"Still, the Gods and Demons have deep foundations and would probably have some Demi-Saints who have yet to make a move. Add that to the sixteen I killed just now … the Three Realms would not have much of an advantage if a full-blown war between Demi-Saints breaks out, and we would have to be wary of the neutral races."
Jiang He's gaze shifted to the edge of the battlefield then.
There, Wang Hou was fighting a foreign Demi-Saint who appeared to be a simple-minded Demi-Saint.
The foreign Demi-Saint was a Demi-Saint of the Blade race, a vassal race of the Gods and Demons.
The Blade race was a minor race in the universe, lacking in strength and depth compared to the Sky Demons. Over the endless years, they had only given birth to one Demi-Saint, and his cultivation was a notch lower than the Sky Demon Emperor's, and he was merely an average Demi-Saint.
His appearance was similar to a human's.
He was almost three meters tall.
His body was covered in a dense layer of dark-red scales, while his knees, elbows, and spine had sharp blades that resembled blades.
Wang Hou's Martial Yuan Spirit hovered in the air, and he fought the Demi-Saint of the Blade race with his bare fists. The more he fought, the braver he became, and his Martial Dao Qi strengthened as well, showing signs of ascension in the fight.
Behind him, the Martial Grotto-Heaven resembled a black hole.
Endless Grotto-Heaven Strength buffed his body, allowing him to handle the mystic treasures and godly techniques of a Demi-Saint with ease!
"What a monster!"
Jiang He could not help sighing. "Minister Wang is truly a monster … he had only ascended to the thirteenth-tier of martial arts for a few days, but he could already fight Demi-Saints above his realm. If he ascends to the fourteenth-tier, even average Demi-Saints would not be a match for him."
"Hold on …"
Jiang He did a double take.
"If he could kill a Demi-Saint at the thirteenth-tier, I should be able to kill a peak Demi-Saint with my bare fists as well. Why do I feel that my combat ability is not as strong as I expected?"
Jiang He stared at Wang Hou for a long time before coming to a realization. "I get it … I may have ascended to the fourteenth-tier pinnacle, but I only rely on my instincts and brute force in battle. I have yet to create a cultivation method that matches my current martial cultivation, and I cannot unleash my full combat ability."
That was when a rain of blood abruptly wafted between heaven and earth.
It was a Demi-Saint Demon who was smashed to death by the Daoist of Many Treasures' mystic treasure.
With the first Demi-Saint dead, the second Demi-Saint soon followed in his footsteps. That Demi-Saint was an elite of the Gods, and he died at the hands of the Immortal Hermit of the South Pole.
"The Saints of the Gods and Demons would probably arrive soon …" Jiang He thought.
If the Saints of the Gods and Demons did not come, it would not take long for all the Demi-Saints to be killed …
Jiang He quietly retreated.
If the Saints of the Gods and Demons appeared, it would be questionable whether the battle could continue … Moreover, this battle had started because of Jiang He. On the surface, the Gods, Demons, and their vassal races had lost almost twenty Demi-Saints, but Jiang He did not actually gain much.
"At this very moment, every eye across worlds is here. If I don't seize this opportunity to profit, I might not get the chance in the future!"
Whoosh!
Jiang He promptly tore through space and time, casting teleportation as he hurried towards the Demons' base.
According to Moyin's report …
There were thirty-six military camps and six treasure vaults in the Demons' base in the celestial battlefield.
There were substantial mystic treasures, medicinal pellets, and cultivation manuals in each vault, making it easy for the Demon legions fighting in the celestial battlefield to exchange for military merit … if he could sweep through the place and plant them in batches, he would definitely earn a fortune!
"If the Demons are already so, the Gods would not be too bad either!"
[Oh, reminder: Please add this to my collection after reading. It would be easier to keep reading.]
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