No one could change Gu Fei's mind.
That night was a sleepless night for everyone in Hong Meng City. After tomorrow, the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Primordial Divine Race would vanish like smoke in thin air.
Gu Fei wanted to settle the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Primordial Divine Race in three matches. No matter who won, the Yan Clan and the Primordial Divine Race would not be allowed to seek revenge after tomorrow.
This was Gu Fei's chance to settle the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Primordial Divine Race. No matter how fierce the conflict between the two clans had been, everything would be written off after tomorrow.
"Old Ancestor, how could you agree to Master's request?"
In a pavilion in Hong Meng City, the first Ancestor of the Primordial Divine Race, Hong Sheng, sat on the main seat, while the other Ancestors of the Primordial Divine Race sat on both sides of him.
Hong Fei, one of the Ancestors, spoke up.
All the Patriarchs present looked at Hong Sheng, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Hong Sheng didn't speak, but Hong Mie, who was sitting beside him, spoke.
"You bunch of fools! How could the Old Ancestor not agree to that?"
Hong Mie roared at the Ancestors in front of him.
"…"
All the Ancestors present fell silent. Who didn't know how strong Gu Fei was? Moreover, their lives were in Gu Fei's hands.
If Gu Fei wanted to kill them, it would only take a single thought.
"Then who should we send?"
Hong Du, another Ancestor of the Primordial Divine Race, asked cautiously.
"Isn't that obvious? The Old Ancestor will naturally participate, and I will also participate."
Hong Mie swept a glance at everyone as he spoke coldly.
Out of the three slots, they had occupied two of them. However, none of the Ancestors present dared to express any dissatisfaction.
Hong Sheng was the first Ancestor of the Primordial Divine Race, while Hong Mie was the second Ancestor.
As the first and second Ancestors of the Primordial Divine Race, they were naturally the most qualified to represent the Primordial Divine Race. As for the third candidate, whoever was stronger would go.
Other than the First and Second Ancestor, who was the strongest person in the Grandmist Divine Clan?
All the Ancestors present wanted to represent the Grandmist Divine Clan in this battle because they knew that this would be the last time they fought against the Yan Clan.
Because no one dared to go against Gu Fei.
Whether it was the Flame Clan or the Grandmist Clan, who dared to disobey Gu Fei?
At this moment, the entire place quietened down. The dozen or so old ancestors all looked at their old ancestor.
The First Ancestor of the Primordial Divine Tribe had lived for countless years and was the most senior existence in the Primordial Divine Tribe. Even the Second Ancestor, who was two generations younger than the First Ancestor, had to address Hong Sheng as Master.
There was no need to mention the other Ancestors of the Grandmist Divine Clan.
Who would represent the Grandmist Divine Race? At this time, even the First Ancestor's words were useless. Whoever was the strongest would go.
"All of you, enter my Inner World and fight it out."
Hong Sheng said as he waved his right hand. All the Ancestors of the Grandmist Divine Tribe, except for the Second Ancestor, disappeared from their seats.
While the Grandmist Divine Tribe was choosing who to fight, the Yan Clan's Ancestors had gathered in the public square of the Grandmist Divine City.
They also wanted to choose who would fight against the Grandmist Divine Tribe.
The Yan Clan's First Ancestor, Yan Huatian, had to fight, and there was no suspense. However, the remaining two people were difficult to choose.
This was because Gu Fei had set a rule that they could only fight against the Grandmist Divine Tribe in three battles. Regardless of the outcome of these three battles, the grudge between them and the Grandmist Divine Tribe would be written off.
Who would dare to violate the rule set by Gu Fei?
Therefore, the Yan Clan and the Grandmist Divine Tribe placed great importance on this battle, as the significance of this battle was really different from the past.
This wasn't just a matter of victory or defeat, but it also concerned the honor of each race.
In fact, even though Gu Fei had set the rule of three battles to settle the grudge between the Yan Clan and the Grandmist Divine Tribe, in reality, this battle also concerned who would become Gu Fei's number one subordinate.
If the Grandmist Divine Tribe lost, in Gu Fei's eyes, they would be inferior to the Yan Clan.
It was the same for the Yan Clan. How could they be inferior to the Grandmist Divine Tribe?
"Old Ancestor, you should be the one to choose!"
The Yan Clan's Ancestor, Yan Hui, said.
The other Yan Clan's Ancestors also looked at Yan Huatian.
The current Yan Clan's strength was much weaker than the Grandmist Divine Tribe. Currently, the Yan Clan only had seven Ancestors left.
The Yan Clan's Second and Third Ancestor had died in battle.
Although the Yan Clan's First Ancestor Yan Huatian's cultivation was in the half-step Peerless Realm, none of the other Ancestors had reached the major completion of the Eternal Realm.
On the other hand, the Grandmist Divine Tribe had the Second Ancestor who had reached the major completion of the Eternal Realm.
The Yan Clan's Ancestors knew very well that whoever went against the Grandmist Divine Tribe's Second Ancestor, Yan Mie, would only have one ending — death.
"Old Ancestor, let me go!"
The Yan Clan's Ancestor, Yan Ming, suddenly said.
He only had a low-level Eternal Realm cultivation. If he went against Hong Mie, he wouldn't even be able to block a single move from Hong Mie. He would be killed instantly.
If Yan Ming went out, he would be sending himself to his death!
"This …"
The other Yan Clan's Ancestors stared at Yan Ming with grief and indignation.
"Yan Ming, you shouldn't be sending yourself to death like this."
The Yan Clan's Ancestor Yan Hui said angrily.
"That's right. Even if we know we're going to lose, we can't let them win so easily."
The Yan Clan's Ancestor Yan Song roared.
"Ancestors, let me go. If I go, our clan's losses can be minimized."
Yan Ming insisted. He was only a low-level Eternal Realm expert. It didn't matter if he died. This way, he could let the mid-level Eternal Realm Ancestors live.
"Yan Ming, you …"
Only now did everyone understand what Yan Ming meant. He was going to die, but it was to preserve the Yan Clan's strength.
Yan Ming had no choice but to make such a sacrifice.
"Do you really want to do this?"
Yan Huatian stared at Yan Ming with a solemn expression.
"I hope that Old Ancestor can fulfill my wish."
Yan Ming's attitude was firm.
"Since you insist, I have nothing else to say."
Yan Huatian sighed.
It was a little difficult to choose who the last representative of the Yan clan would be.
Because in the Yan Clan, there were two Old Ancestors with mid-level Eternal Realm cultivation. These two Old Ancestors were Yan Sen and Yan Lian.
"I'll go. I've cultivated longer than you, and my combat power is stronger than yours."
Yan Sen said to Yan Lian.
"Uncle Sen, you can't say that. I think I'm stronger than you."
Yan Lian said confidently.
Neither of them backed down. Both of them wanted to fight.
"Alright, stop fighting. The two of you, enter my inner world and have a fight. Whoever wins will be the one to fight."
Yan Huatian didn't waste any words and directly threw the two into his inner world.
"…"
The other Old Ancestors were speechless.
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