There was no peace in the human continent anymore. All the demon beasts submitted to the heavenly castle and fought with the divine race for the right to rule the human continent.
The demon beasts were led by Wen Tian, while the divine race was led by Divine General Xuan Yuan. They had been in a stalemate for half a month.
Xuan Yuan hoped that Wen Tian would surrender so that the Nine Heavens would let the demon beasts live and let them go to the desolate hell. There were no mortals there, but it was suitable for the demon beasts to live there.
Wen Tian didn't agree.
He insisted on standing up straight and not kneeling even in death.
He had been cultivating for more than ten thousand years. He was already certain that he would be able to ascend to heaven and become a real dragon. On that day, he was only one step away. However, the White Dragon King suddenly appeared and said that he was not worthy of becoming a real dragon. Then, the White Dragon King scattered his last bit of Dragon Qi.
Without the Dragon Qi, one could not become a real dragon. Wen Tian had spent ten thousand years to cultivate the Dragon Qi, but it was easily scattered by the White Dragon King. After a few words of reprimand, he was sent back to the human world.
How could he accept this?
The dragon race was at the top of the Nine Heavens and never cared about the human continent. Their sudden appearance coincided with the divine race's invasion of the human continent. Wen Tian naturally understood the reason.
In the Nine Heavens, only the Grand Emperor could contact the dragon race. Who else wanted to harm him?
The moment Wen Tian recovered his cultivation and walked out of the secret chamber, he swore that he wouldn't let the divine race and the White Dragon King go.
Even if he wasn't the White Dragon King's match, he had to make him feel pain.
"Supremacy, the divine race has surrounded the heavenly castle." Wu Sheng walked in and saw Wen Tian sitting on the armchair with one hand supporting his forehead as if he was thinking about something. His voice became softer.
"Go with Ying Yang and kill Xuan Yuan," Wen Tian said expressionlessly.
Wu Sheng glanced at Wen Tian. Ever since the supremacy returned from the tribulation, he became more sinister as if he had many things on his mind. However, if he didn't say it, no one dared to ask him. "Yes."
"Is Little Yao back?" Wen Tian asked plainly.
That day, Little Yao ran out of the heavenly castle and disappeared. Though the supremacy said she would be fine and seemed to know where she went, he searched everywhere but couldn't find her.
Since she came to the heavenly castle, she didn't go anywhere else. Where else could she go?
Wen Tian pursed his thin lips and did not say anything when he heard Wolsheng's words.
"High Lord, that day … did you see Xiaoyao?" Woo Sheng asked. He knew Xiaoyao well. She would not disappear for no reason. That b * stard had just come back and left not long after. This was not normal. Something must have happened that day.
"I didn't see him," Wen Tian said.
Wu Sheng glanced at Wen Tian and felt that his Great Lord's attitude toward Xiaoyao was a little different from before. "Great Lord, I'll leave now."
Outside the Sky Castle, Divine General Xuan Yuan was followed by countless Nine Heavens Divine Soldiers. They had already exchanged blows a few times and both sides were in a stalemate. However, the beasts knew very well that the Celestial Clan had yet to send out a truly powerful Young Emperor as their marshal.
If Young Emperor Mo Rongzhan was here, their chances of winning would be slim.
It wasn't the first time Woli Lai saw Divine General Xuanyuan outside the Heavenly Castle. Every time he saw him, he felt that he looked very familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
Today was the last day given by the Celestial Race in the Heavenly Castle. If Wen Tian didn't agree to Jiutian's conditions, then the Celestial and Demon War would truly begin. At that time, Xuan Yuan wouldn't be the only one in the human world.
"Where's Wentian?" Immortal General Xuan Yuan frowned when he saw that only Wo Sheng and a few Blood Demons had appeared. Wen Tian had yet to negotiate with him. If Wen Tian did not appear, there was no way to negotiate.
"There's no need for our Exalted Lord to personally deal with small fries like you," Ji Shen scoffed.
Divine General Xuan Yuan looked at Wo Sheng. He still remembered this child. At that time, he was still very young and was Little Yao's brother. His memory was erased, so he could not recognize him. But no matter what, he did not want to meet his son on the battlefield.
"Going against the Celestials is not a smart move. Mortals should be the ones to rule the lands of mortals. You are mortals as well. Don't you understand that?" Xuan Yuan asked, looking at Crouching Man.
"Since the Divine General knows that the human world belongs to mortals, we should let the mortals decide whether they want to live in the Heavenly Castle or not."
"Do you also think that it's right for the demonic beasts to rule the continent?" Divine General Xuan Yuan asked.
"When the mortals needed the Celestials, the Celestials ignored them. Now that the Exalted Lord is protecting the mortals, the mortals have no other requests."
Divine General Xuan Yuan shook his head and sighed. "Stupid."
"If you want to fight, then fight. Why are you talking so much nonsense? You Celestials are not good people. Don't act like you are doing this for the mortals. It makes me want to vomit," Yao Feng said impatiently.
Wo Sheng walked a few steps forward and frowned at Xuan Yuan. "Have we met before?"
Divine General Xuan Yuan was shocked. Did Wo Sheng have memories?
Impossible. He had erased Wo Sheng's memory. He should not remember him.
It seemed like it was because he cultivated the Blood Demon that he could remember this.
"Didn't we meet a few days ago?" Xuan Yuan said. He did not want these people to know that Little Yao was his daughter.
He had to protect Little Yao.
Wo Sheng felt that Xuan Yuan was deliberately misunderstanding him. The more he looked at Xuan Yuan, the more familiar he felt.
However, Ji Shen and the rest, who were behind him, did not give him time to remember. In just a few breaths, Ji Shen's ax flew out.
Both sides were ready to fight. To the heaven castle, there was no need for negotiations. It was impossible for the Celestial Race to chase them out of the mortal continent.
It was either fight or die!
Divine General Xuan Yuan did not want to fight in the heaven castle. He was more willing to negotiate until both sides reached satisfactory conditions. If Wen Tian did not want to go to the Desolate Hell, he could choose another place as long as the Grand Emperor agreed.
He could plead in front of the Grand Emperor.
Obviously, he underestimated the hatred in Wen Tian's heart. Wen Tian did not want to negotiate any conditions with the Grand Emperor.
Thousands of demon beasts and divine weapons fought. Wo Sheng faced Divine General Xuan Yuan, holding a red longsword tightly.
When Little Yao came to the heaven castle, she saw this scene. She saw Wo Sheng facing Divine General Xuan Yuan and was anxious. She wanted to go over and stop them.
Before she could reach Wo Sheng, a black figure appeared in the heaven castle. Before anyone could react, a blood stain appeared on Divine General Xuan Yuan's chest. It was slowly spreading.
"No, no …" Little Yao's face turned pale.
Beside her, Mo Rongzhan's expression changed. He immediately rushed over. When Wen Tian attacked again, the black sword in his hand became a shield, blocking all of Wen Tian's demon power.
Mo Rongzhan looked at Wen Tian and shouted angrily, "Taking advantage of others, shameless!"
"In terms of shamelessness, who can compare to the Celestial Race!" Wen Tian sneered. All was fair in war. Did he need to be a gentleman to deal with the Celestial Race?
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