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Chapter 1234

The mask was empty, with light shining through the two eye sockets, but when combined with the robes, it clearly formed a majestic human figure.

If members of the Golden Immortal Path were present, they would recognize him at a glance as their Path Master.

Zhou Ti's true identity is that of a puppet in the Qi family, but secretly he uses a human sacrifice mask to create the identity of a Golden Immortal Dao Master.

His strength is unfathomable; no one except himself knows what level he has reached.

"The Northern Xuanzhou, one of the six northern states, is also the ancestral home and origin of my family!"

Zhou Ti muttered to himself, and his clone, the 'Golden Immortal Dao Master,' leaped into the darkness of the night.

Like a shadow, he traversed thousands of mountains and rivers in the blink of an eye, leaving one prefecture after another behind.

The six northern states have now attracted attention from all directions, with countless eyes focused on them.

The great battle concentrated in Beixuan Prefecture was even more tragic and magnificent. Since Beixuan Zhu was replaced by the Wu Clan, there has never been such a large-scale battle between the two clans.

Not only the fleeing Bei Xuanzhu, but also the Little Martial Saint's resistance forces, and other sects and martial arts schools joined in, some helping the Witch Clan, and others turning to the Human Clan.

The six northern states, which had been under the rule of Bei Xuanzhu for many years, were now being attacked by the enemy. The intentions of many people were unpredictable. They seemed to have sided with the Wu tribe and become their lackeys, but in reality, they were enduring humiliation and hardship.

"Master!"

Daqian Martial Arts School...

Qi Qingdi was surrounded by a large group of martial artists, including the elderly Zhuang Tie, and many other familiar faces.

These people were originally members of the Daqian Martial Arts School. Later, when the witches took over the city, they focused on monitoring the martial arts school's movements. Witches would come to their door to ask for apprenticeship from time to time, which was quite harassing.

Qi Qingdi, as the head of the martial arts school, dismissed his disciples and apprentices, leaving himself alone to guard the school, demonstrating his attitude of sharing life and death with this place.

As for Zuo Shier, Zhuang Tie, Zuo Lv, Lan Chengxiu, and their disciples and grand-disciples, they all dispersed. Some went into hiding and severed ties with Daqian Martial Arts School, but the remaining few were unwilling to give up.

This upheaval has brought unprecedented challenges to the witches, led by Zhou Xin, the former master of the guild and son of Zhou Daqian, also known as the Little Martial Saint. Meanwhile, the leader of the Northern Xuanzhu is also an ally.

A golden opportunity is right in front of us; it seems that as long as we join in, we can turn the tide, drive out the witches, and rebuild our land.

"How can it be that easy?"

Qi Qingdi exhaled. The potential of the witches was unfathomable. Previously, the Holy King had defeated and killed Zhen Beige, and knocked the then-powerful Bei Xuanzhu off the throne and took his place. There was even a deeper level of power hidden behind this.

Even the powerful Bei Xuan Zhu, who controlled six states at his peak, was no match for them, let alone the exhausted resistance forces.

His only hope was that his mentor's son, the Little Martial Saint, would grow into a towering hero, an invincible being like Zhou You, so that he might be able to rival the top experts of the Witch Clan, the Holy King Mingqiu.
But this hope requires enduring hardship, enduring agonizing hardship, and waiting for a long time and endless years.

Therefore, Qi Qingdi chose to endure, patiently enduring step by step. He would neither underestimate his enemy nor be blindly optimistic.

"Master, don't hesitate any longer. After today, you won't have the chance to continue to bide your time."

Although Zhuang Tie is old, he is very insightful and accurate, and he points out the key issues incisively.

"If the sorcerers win, all non-resisting forces will be wiped out. How can we continue to tolerate your uncooperative attitude?"

Right!

Qi Qingdi suddenly shuddered. All these years of endurance, wasn't it all for this day?

The strongest moment is the explosion that comes after patience. If you keep enduring without any bottom line, you're just a spineless turtle.

His gaze hardened, and he raised his hand amidst the watchful eyes of the crowd. "I have made my decision..." The two doors of the Daqian Martial Arts School, sealed for many years, opened, and figures emerged from behind the threshold.

The young witch was rushing towards the martial arts school. He had already learned of the human 'rebellion' and came specifically to warn Master Qi not to be foolish. This time, the enemy was bound to lose, and it wasn't worth getting involved.

Indeed, in the eyes of the higher-ups, Qi Qingdi's attitude was never a secret. Deep down, he hated the witches more than those rebellious forces, but he lacked the power to do so and wanted to take over the legacy left by his master.

"Master Qi, after all these years, you still haven't given up on your fantasies?"

The young sorcerer stopped at the entrance of the martial arts school and saw that the plaque was brand new, as if it had been washed with water. The four characters "Daqian Martial Arts School" looked as if they had been hung up on the first day the school opened, untouched by dust.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice came from behind the door. It was Qi Qingdi speaking, but his tone was no longer as despondent as before. Instead, it was shrewd and rhythmic, filled with the vigorous blood and essence of a martial artist.

"Boy, I can't possibly take you as my apprentice."

"However, considering your repeated acts of kindness, this item is yours!"

A strong gust of wind swept through the air, and the young witch hurriedly raised his hand to catch it. It turned out to be the totem flag planted in the martial arts hall, a trophy he had collected when he defeated the witch tribe years ago.

Over the years, the tribe from that time has long been extinct, and this totem banner remains unclaimed, becoming a knot in the hearts of the shamans. Originally, when the shamans took control of the city, everyone thought that this totem banner would be the root cause of the destruction of the Great Thousand Martial Arts School, but who could have imagined that it wouldn't happen.

"Master Qi, what do you mean by this?"

The young sorcerer gripped the flagpole, and Qi Qingdi slowly approached, short stick in hand. "Let me show you what my master taught me." With that, he raised the tip of the stick…

After a long time...

Amidst the ruins, the young sorcerer spat out a few broken teeth, struggling to rise from the pool of blood and mud. Gazing in the direction where Qi Qingdi and his group had gone, he suddenly burst into laughter, his mouth brimming with blood, "Well done, Qi Qingdi, well done, Zhou You, Zhou Daqian."

I thought that becoming a disciple of Daqian Martial Arts School was a humble act of submission on the orders of the Holy King, but now I realize that the profound skill created by Zhou You is extraordinary.

Qi Qingdi endured for many years, causing outsiders to forget his former glory as a powerful figure in Beixuan.

It should be noted that the current leader of the witch clan, who possesses the bloodlines of three families, was once defeated by Qi Qingdi.

If Zhou Daqian hadn't perished, even if his disciple was mediocre, he would have been able to reach the Grandmaster level.

but……

Did they go there to their deaths?
The young shaman's eyes showed pity. The Holy King was coming. Once he made his move, no human shaman would be spared.

After this, the North will be peaceful again. The remnants of the Northern Xuanzhu tribe and any resistance forces will all vanish into thin air.

All that remained were those who knelt at the feet of the witches, and from this day forward, the world that the Holy King had painted for all witches would come to pass, with witches as the superior race and the people of the Central Plains as the inferior race.

The lower tribes are the servants, wealth, and even resources of the upper tribes, equivalent to medicinal fields, poison pools, and swarms of insects.

Outside the Northern Xuan Palace, a great commotion was underway...

"King Kong..."

"Overlord..."

Two martial artists, belonging to the resistance forces and servants of the witch clan, were fighting desperately when they suddenly discovered that they were both successors of the Overlord Martial Arts School and were using the Overlord Vajra Fist style.

Upon realizing this, both men were severely injured and collapsed to the ground, dying simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)