Ye Qinghan was infuriated by the divine bird's despicable look. He couldn't help but snort coldly and ignore it.
While they were arguing, the Second Sorcerer God and Wu Ye were at each other's throats. They were both fighting for the position of the Sorcerer God.
Wu Ye had his own decision and his own candidate. Naturally, he wasn't willing to give the position to Desolate Master Ye.
Wu Zulong was a direct descendant of the Sorcerer Tribe and a direct descendant of Wu Ye. His cultivation wasn't inferior to Wu Ye's. If not for the Supreme Origin choosing Wu Ye, the position of the Sorcerer God wouldn't have been his.
Wu Zulong stood behind Wu Ye with eleven Deities and Goddesses behind him. He was on par with the Second Sorcerer God.
The entire Sorcerer Tribe only had respect for the Second Sorcerer God. There wasn't much familial affection left. It had been too long.
Wu Ye led the Sorcerer Tribe into a group. The Second Sorcerer God was furious and his aura was getting colder. He didn't expect Wu Ye to go against him at this time. He didn't even care about the Sorcerer Tribe's reputation.
The various Holy Lands watched the Sorcerer Tribe's internal strife without saying a word. They just watched quietly, hoping that both sides would suffer.
Boom!
Xiong Shenjiao smashed the table in front of him and strode forward. His face was full of whiskers, but it was obvious that he was furious.
"Who do you think you are? Do you really think you're the Clan Leader and have forgotten your ancestors? "Xiong Shenjiao rebuked Wu Ye with a murderous look in his eyes.
"I respect and revere our ancestors, but the prerequisite is that the Sorcerer Tribe is glorious. If he messes around and hands the future of the Sorcerer Tribe to a two-year-old child, I won't agree on behalf of the Sorcerer Tribe!" Wu Ye's aura burst forth and revealed his true combat strength. He was on par with Xiong Shenjiao.
Whoosh!
Two beams of divine light turned into a waterfall and rushed into the Nine Heavens. They rose and fell, suppressing each other. Although Wu Ye was slightly weaker, with his Sorcerer Tribe's secret technique and the Sorcerer Tribe's Ancestral Artifact and Supreme Divine Power, Xiong Shenjiao might not win.
Boom!
The twelve Clan Elders released their powerful auras and together with the Deities and Goddesses, they forced Xiong Shenjiao to retreat.
"How dare you! A bunch of unfilial children, are you all trying to kill your ancestors? "The second generation Sorcerer God roared.
Wu Ye stared at the Second Sorcerer God with a firm will. He glanced at Desolate Lord Ye, a two-year-old child. Yet, at this moment, he was not alarmed. Instead, he was rather excited. Wu Ye could not help but feel that this child was a bit of an idiot.
"Ancestor, I beg you to rescind the decision to make the Witch Emperor the sixth Witch God. This unfilial descendant will never use force!" Wu Ye said firmly. "Which of the twelve Divine Sons and Divine Daughters behind me isn't more qualified than a two-year-old child to be the Sorcerer Deity?"
"That's right. Ye Qinghan has never been on good terms with the Shamans. How can his son be the sixth Shaman God? Aren't you handing over the inheritance of the Witch Tribe to someone else? "Wu Zu Long said forcefully.
"Patriarch, please reconsider. There is no one in the Shaman Tribe to assist him. No matter how talented he is, what can he do? You can ask the elites of the affiliated forces of the Sorcerer Tribe which God's Son they are willing to assist to become the sixth Sorcerer God! "A white-haired Clan Elder of the Sorcerer Tribe said in a deep voice.
There were tens of thousands of affiliated forces of the Sorcerer Tribe, and there were tens of thousands of elites. They had a certain right to speak. Now, with so many experts present, although they were all silent, deep in their hearts, they had their own choices.
However, this group of elites had their own leader, and that was the inheritor of the Guangwu Battle Body! A battle body was a battle body after all. In the past, his battle strength might not be much, but in the future, he would definitely surpass the majority of people. Other than the Supreme Gods, who could compete with him?
The Guangwu Battle Body had his own vision. Whoever he wanted to protect, it almost decided the attitude of all the experts of the other tribes.
However, the inheritor of the Guangwu Battle Body had been in seclusion for a long time. Ever since the establishment of the Firmament and the return of the Great Dao, he had disappeared. At this moment, no one stood out to lead.
The Second Sorcerer God looked coldly at the people of the other tribes and said in a deep voice, "Back then, your ancestors supported Father God. In order to survive, they followed me to conquer thousands of miles and killed countless enemies. Now, it's your turn. Will you fight with me for the glory of the Sorcerer Tribe, or will you stand against me?"
All the forces of the other tribes lowered their heads. The Guangwu Battle Body did not make a statement, and no one wanted to.
At the table where Ye Qinghan was sitting, Li Feng looked curiously at Ye Qinghan and said softly through telepathy, "Since he is your son, why don't you make a statement?"
"The Second Sorcerer God wants to use the child to destroy the Kuang Sect, but I want to use the child to destroy the Sorcerer Tribe. I'm not in a hurry to show my strength now. When he can't take it anymore or needs my help, he will naturally speak up," Ye Qinghan replied with an evil smile.
Li Feng moved his fingertips. Looking at Ye Qinghan's evil smile, he could not help but feel disgusted. This guy's heart was too big. The Sorcerer Tribe had been passed down for so long, and he wanted to destroy it just by relying on a child. This could only be described as vicious.
"Pervert!" Li Feng said with a muffled groan.
The other Holy Lands did not make a statement. They were all watching the show, hoping that this matter would completely divide the Sorcerer Tribe.
Mo Li laughed, and there was a smile in his eyes. Seeing the Sorcerer Tribe being so noisy, even if they had taken a step back today, the Sorcerer Tribe would not be able to return to the past.
Just as everyone was silent, a figure flashed across the Sorcerer Tribe's Holy Lands and rushed to the training field. He stepped in front of the Second Sorcerer God, carrying the Chaotic Giant Divine Weapon and the Light Martial Divine Spear. His strong body exuded a strong fighting spirit.
The Light Martial Battle Body, Ling Shaoyu, appeared. Although he was an inheritor, he already had the prestige of the Light Martial Battle Body.
The other tribes all looked up, waiting for him to make a statement.
"The inheritor of the Light Martial Battle Body, Ling Shaoyu, greets the ancestor!" The inheritor of the Light Martial Battle Body bowed and said.
The Second Sorcerer God looked at him coldly and asked in a hoarse voice, "I have conferred the Sorcerer Emperor as the Sixth Sorcerer God. As the inheritor of the Light Martial Battle Body, will you assist him?"
The inheritor of the Light Martial Battle Body, Ling Shaoyu, looked at Desolate Lord Ye's bright eyes and knew that he was the son of Ye Qinghan and Wu Qingqing. He then looked at Ye Qinghan's calm expression and knew that the position of the Sixth Sorcerer God had been decided. There was no need to fight for it anymore. He said firmly, "I am willing to assist the Sixth Sorcerer God in his growth! I would rather die than regret! "
Hua!
Wu Ye and the other powerful Clan Elders were in an uproar. The other tribes were also very surprised. They did not expect the inheritor of the Light Martial Battle Body to choose to assist a two-year-old child and not the powerful God's Son!
"Good!" The Second Sorcerer God nodded seriously. With the Battle Body making a statement, the other tribes' attitude was almost set!
"Strike your heavy drum and awaken the fate gene of the other tribes. Today, I will clean up the family!" The Second Sorcerer God was furious. He waved his hand and gestured for Wu Qingqing to take the child away.
Wu Ye and the others were shocked. Looking at the Second Sorcerer God's angry expression, they knew that things were not good. They took the initiative to compromise and said, "Ancestor, please reconsider. We are thinking for the tribe and not for our own selfish interests. The Sorcerer Emperor is so young and is really not suitable to be the Sixth Sorcerer God. Furthermore, no one knows his talents and abilities. If you force your will on us and it is a wrong decision, won't the Sorcerer Race be destroyed?"
"For the sake of the Sorcerer Race, please calm down!" Many Clan Elders, God's Sons and Goddesses all knelt on one knee and respectfully pleaded.
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