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Chapter 1239

"Holy King!"

Senluo Wu and Chi Xiong felt a relief as the omnipresent oppressive force disappeared.

The whole world became incredibly relaxed, and they discovered an unprecedented sense of beauty and joy—an experience they had never felt before.

This shows just how terrifying the bronze cauldron's suppression of them had been!
Clearly, only the Holy King could effortlessly deflect the bronze cauldron and defeat Liu Jinguo and Lu Zhigang in a single move.

Lu Zhigang was seriously injured, and Liu Jinguo was buried in the ground, her fate unknown.

The once imposing human forces came to an abrupt halt, and silence fell in all directions.

Despair rose silently, and many thought of the day when the six northern states fell.

Is history about to repeat itself?
"Holy King? Aren't you Mingqiu Mang?"

Xiaoyaozi's aged voice rang out. Although the bronze cauldron was restrained, he himself was completely unharmed.

Compared to Lu Zhigang and Liu Jinguo, the situation of this renowned Jin Xian Dao master is still quite optimistic.

Two giant hands retracted from the sky, and then a figure appeared above the Northern Profound Palace as if breaking through the water.

It is the Holy King, Mingqiu is busy.

Mingqiu quickly looked at Xiaoyaozi and nodded, "Hmm, you're very good!"

This statement was made without any clear context, and only Xiaoyaozi and the other two understood that it was the evaluation of him by the ancestral witch behind the totem. It was truly a miracle in the world that a mortal could move the power of the Nine Cauldrons.

His personal visit this time was still aimed at Xiaoyaozi.

As for Liu Jinguo, Lu Zhigang, and others, even if they inflict a crushing defeat on the witches, so what? As long as the Holy King is alive, the witch clan will remain.

Upon learning of the Holy King's arrival, the shamans from all directions reversed their previous dejected state and instantly became incredibly powerful.

"Holy King, lead us to slaughter all the enemies!"

"They are not worthy to occupy such good land. Slaughter all the rebels, and let us, the witches, reign supreme!"

"Those who stand up today must not be let off the hook. Exterminate their clans and families, and cut them off at the root."

In an instant, thousands of voices converged into a torrent, reaching the heavens and causing tremors in all directions.

Mu Sigui's face turned deathly pale. Such a cold attitude indicated that peaceful coexistence between the Witch Clan and the Human Clan was impossible. The coexistence over the years had been nothing but a facade, a subtle process of the Witch Clan taming the Human Clan.

Once the actions of the Wu tribe arouse the vigilance of the outside world, the six states will face annihilation in their confrontation with the hostility of the fifty states of the world.

No matter how powerful the Holy King is, there has never been a Martial Saint in the history of the human race. Whenever a powerful enemy that threatens survival appears, a Martial Saint is born.

But right now...

"Things are hopeless. The Holy King of the Witches has arrived. We must retreat and preserve our strength!"

Zhu Ruoxuan, known as 'Eternal Rust,' said to Zhou Xin, the Little Martial Saint, 'Let's go quickly.'

Running away is not shameful. These remnants have survived to this day and have long since transcended honor and disgrace. They have only one goal: to drive out the witches and restore the beautiful land of the six northern states.

To achieve this goal, the prerequisite is to be alive; only by being alive can the fight continue.

Zhou Xin looked in the direction of the Holy King and suddenly made a decision, "Uncle Zhu, what have we been doing all these years?"

Looking back, the number of comrades killed and wounded gradually decreased in the fierce battles, and no matter how many enemies were killed, it did not affect the fact that the witch clan was gradually becoming more stable.

In the six northern states, their range of activity became increasingly limited, and they were even forced to relocate to harsher environments outside the northern borders to survive.

"Little Martial Saint, the title is indeed impressive, but it was achieved by sacrificing countless comrades to make my name known."

Zhou Xin cursed, "I'm incompetent, I don't have even a fraction of my late father's abilities, otherwise how could these savages be so arrogant?" Hearing this, Zhou You coughed twice, "Not my late father, your old man is still here."

Strange expressions appeared on Xiaoyaozi's and Lu Zhigang's faces. This change was keenly noticed by the Holy King, further confirming his thoughts.

He shouted, "Stop hiding! You're the ones leading the charge; it's time for the people behind you to come out!"

The sound suddenly grew louder, like a faint rumble of thunder, echoing in all directions, causing many people's eardrums to rupture and bleed.

“Zhou Daqian, everyone says you perished in the southern border, but I say otherwise.”

"Isn't everything that's happening today orchestrated by you behind the scenes? You're not dead, you're still alive!"

These words were more explosive than thunder; no one present could believe their ears.

Has the Holy King gone mad? He actually imagines that Zhou Daqian, who has long since passed away, is still alive and that he is plotting to incite a large-scale rebellion by the human race.

"Shut up! I won't allow you to slander my late father!"

Little Martial Saint Zhou Xin stepped forward, pointing directly at Saint King Mingqiu Mang, "Saint King of the Witch Clan, I am the leader of the rebellion of the Northern Human Race, and I challenge you!"

"You? Zhou You, Zhou Daqian's son!"

Mingqiu nodded slightly and said calmly, "If I kill you, I don't need to worry about Zhou Daqian being able to hold back."

After saying that, he raised his hand and swept it, and the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly changed, and all things that were originally calm became vivid and inexplicable.

"He's climbed the ladder to heaven, at least halfway there, and he's just one step away from breaking through."

Mu Sigui, being at the semi-saint level, could most directly witness the strength of the saint king, and a sense of despair arose in his heart.

Even if he fought desperately, he couldn't withstand the opponent's attacks in just a few moves. Today, no one was destined to be able to stop the Holy King from making a move.

No wonder that in the capital, other governors stood by and watched as the witches took control of the six northern states. With such terrifying power, the Holy King was more than willing to keep him trapped in the six northern states.

Sacrificing Bei Xuan Zhu and the six northern states to prevent the Holy King from harming other places is already the choice that maximizes benefits.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind...

"Perhaps, only Zhou Daqian, if he were alive, could rival the Sage King."

But is Zhou Daqian still alive?
Previously, Mu Sigui firmly believed that even when the Zhou family faced many dangers during their southward migration, Zhou Daqian never appeared. When the north was submerged and the surrounding areas fell, and his old friends and acquaintances sacrificed one after another, he still did not appear.

Many people have given up hope, believing that Zhou Daqian, who repeatedly created miracles, is indeed dead.

But just now, the Holy King's words rekindled hope in many people: Zhou Daqian is still alive? If he is still alive, there might be a chance to turn the tide of this battle.

Will a miracle happen?
The young martial saint Zhou Xin was the most nervous at this moment, as he was facing the Holy King who was going all out.

Although there were many people around him, there was no one to help him. He was like a person on a deserted island, isolated and helpless.

Mingqiu hurriedly raised his palm, and the crisscrossing palm lines were clearly totem patterns. Those totems seemed to be alive, connecting and converging with each other as he was driven by his belief.

In a brief moment, a flash of light appeared in his palm, directly causing the space where Zhou Xin was located to cave in.

Previously, Liu Jingguo was knocked down from mid-air using a similar method and fell deep into the earth, her fate unknown.

Just as Zhou Xin was about to suffer the same fate, at the crucial moment...

"Mingqiu Mang, you were defeated by my father, how dare you be arrogant now?"

As they were speaking, an uninvited guest suddenly appeared and blocked the path of his hand.

Upon hearing this voice, Zhu Ruoxuan's eyes lit up; he had arrived too!
(End of this chapter)