"Who dares barge into the Eight Tribes' territory?" Yaksha and Garuda, who were guarding the Eight Tribes' Holy Mountain, immediately shouted when they saw an outsider walking towards the Holy Mountain.
The person looked like a man in his thirties, but he had a head full of white hair. He was dressed in snow-white clothes as he walked over step by step. He was clearly walking on the ground, but he gave off the feeling that he was walking on clouds.
It was as though the ground beneath his feet wasn't dirty, but pure white clouds.
The man didn't answer as he continued walking over.
Yaksha and Garuda were immediately enraged. Those who could be sent to guard the Holy Mountain were the cream of the crop among the Eight. They could be said to be elites, so they had never been belittled like this.
They released their Terror-grade powers and attacked the white-robed man from the left and right.
The white-robed man didn't seem to see them as he continued walking forward. As for Yaksha and Garuda, they flew up with tragic cries when they arrived in front of the white-robed man.
It was as though invisible sword intents had flashed past, slicing their powers and bodies into pieces, turning them into a rain of blood.
The white-haired man acted as though nothing had happened as he stepped onto the Holy Mountain's stone steps. The spot where he stood was clean and flawless, but behind him was a patch of blood-stained sand.
Yaksha and Garuda's tragic cries before their deaths had already alarmed the Eight Tribes on the mountain. Many of them rushed down the mountain and were enraged when they saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired man who was climbing the mountain.
Many hot-tempered Shuras and Yakshas had already charged at the white-haired man. The sky was filled with colorful lights as though countless stars were crashing down at the white-haired man.
The white-haired man didn't even bat an eyelid as he continued walking up the stone steps.
Without exception, the Eight Tribes that charged at him were all killed by invisible sword intents. Sabers, swords, spears, musical instruments, and so on, all sorts of broken weapons flew everywhere along with flesh and blood.
Wherever the white-haired man passed, none of the Eight could leave alive.
On the massive Holy Mountain, more than ten thousand members of the Eight had gathered, but none of them dared to approach the white-haired man.
With every step the white-haired man took, the Eight Tribes that filled the mountain couldn't help but retreat. No one dared to resist him.
"My Eight Tribes has always been on good terms with the Immortals. As a member of the Immortals, why are you slaughtering the living beings of my Eight Tribes? Are the Immortals going to violate the dimensional agreement? " Granny Qian Xiu, who was dancing like a fairy and holding a pipa, floated in the air and stared at the white-haired man who was ascending the mountain.
The male celestial ignored her and continued walking up the mountain as if he was deaf.
"I'm talking to you. Can't you hear me? I am the king of Granny Gan Xiu. If you have something to say, you can tell me. If you don't, take another step forward and don't blame me for being merciless. "Granny Gan Xiu's expression turned cold. She hugged her pipa and stared at the celestial man.
The Immortal ignored him and continued to walk forward.
Granny Gan Xiu was instantly enraged. She plucked the strings with her fingers, and the surging music turned into invisible killing intent that surrounded the male Immortal.
Crack! Crack!
The sword light could not be seen, nor could the sound of the sword energy be heard. However, there was an invisible force that shattered the music. All the strings of the pipa in Granny Qian Xiu's hands broke at the same time.
Granny Gan Xiu was shocked. She wanted to retreat, but it was too late. She could already feel a terrifying sword intent approaching her. Perhaps in the next second, her head would be separated from her body.
As the king of Granny Gan Xiu, she was a Calamity Grade expert. She never expected that the other party would force her to such a state without even moving a finger.
A dragon's roar resounded through the sky. A waterfall-like dragon aura descended from the peak of the sacred mountain and coiled around Granny Gan Xiu's body. As if it had collided with a divine weapon, the dragon aura instantly shattered.
Fortunately, the sword intent had already disappeared. Granny Gan Xiu hurriedly retreated and widened the distance between her and the male Immortal.
Other than the kings of the two tribes of Heaven and Dragon, the other six kings had already appeared. They blocked the path of the male Immortal, as if they wanted to take him down.
Tens of thousands of the eight tribes of Heaven and Dragon had already gathered. They surrounded the male Immortal with weapons in their hands and pointed them at the male Immortal.
The tens of thousands of kings of the eight tribes and the six Calamity Grade kings did not seem to exist in the eyes of the male Immortal. He continued to walk forward and his gaze was fixed on a figure standing at the end of the stairs.
When the six kings saw him like this, they were enraged and prepared to kill him here.
"Let him come up." A voice came from the end of the stairs. The person standing there was Wang Mingyuan, who had already become the Dragon King. He was also the one who had saved Qian Ta with dragon aura.
When the six kings heard Wang Mingyuan's words, they could only order their troops to retreat and open up a path.
However, the tens of thousands of the eight tribes were surrounding the two sides like tigers watching their prey. They were everywhere in the sky and on the ground. If it was an ordinary person, they would have long been terrified.
However, the male Immortal did not feel anything and walked step by step towards the end of the stairs.
"Sir, why have you come?" When the male Immortal came close to Wang Mingyuan, Wang Mingyuan asked.
The male Immortal actually ignored him and walked past him. His fluttering white hair almost touched Wang Mingyuan's face.
Wang Mingyuan stood there and watched as the male Celestial walked into the divine hall and sat down on the main seat of the divine hall.
That seat was originally the leader of the eight tribes. Even Di Tian, who had been the leader of the eight, did not have the right to sit there. Now, Wang Mingyuan was only sitting on the second seat. Only the king of the higher race that the eight tribes relied on had the right to sit there.
When they saw the male Immortal sitting on the throne, regardless of whether it was the kings or the normal members of the Eight Tribes, all of them were from big tribes. They were just about to rush into the hall to kill the male Immortal, but Wang Mingyuan stretched out a hand to stop them.
"Sir, what do you want?" Wang Mingyuan looked at the male Immortal sitting high up on the throne and asked.
"From today onwards, the eight tribes will seal the mountain for three years. No one from the eight tribes will be allowed to leave. Anyone who disobeys will be killed." The male Immortal looked down at Wang Mingyuan and continued, "In the past, Bodhidharma faced the wall for nine years and finally understood some things. You do not need to face the wall. Just stand there and reflect on yourself for nine years. No matter how stupid you are, you should be able to understand some things."
"What right do you have to do that?" The eight tribes were enraged. King Yaksha questioned them. Instantly, the crowd was infuriated. Some of the eight tribes couldn't help but rush into the temple.
Just as the battle was about to break out, they saw a golden beam of light tear through the sky.
"Supremacy … He …" The golden light landed on the ground. It was a Buddha suffused with golden light. King Yaksha and company hurriedly went forward to bow, but before they could say anything, they were interrupted by the Buddha.
The Buddha walked in front of the male Immortal and pressed his palms together. He bowed slightly and said, "Sword Immortal, please don't be angry. From today onwards, the eight tribes will seal the mountain for three years. The Dragon King will reflect on himself for nine years and is not to leave. Sir, do you have any other requests?"
"The disciples of my sword immortal lineage cannot die in vain. Those who kill him must pay with their lives." As the man spoke, his gaze was fixed on Wang Mingyuan. He knew that Jiang Yan was Wang Mingyuan's disciple.
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