Primordial Era: A God-Level Choice, Possessing Zhao Gongming at the Start.

Chapter 235 The First Battle: The Battle for Central Plains!

In the Jiuli tribe, Chi You was also looking at the information coming from the ancestral land of the East Sea, and said slowly and deliberately, "The one who wins the battle for the Central Plains will become the common ruler of the human race."

Below Chi You, the crowd stirred up. A tall man patted his chest and shouted loudly.

"Brother, don't hesitate. Our Jiuli army is strong and well-equipped now, and it's the perfect time to seize the Central Plains."

"It was only because our eldest brother conquered the Central Plains and became the supreme ruler of the human race that we had the opportunity to revive the Wu tribe."

"Brother, let's send out troops now. I'm willing to be the vanguard and fight for you in the Central Plains."

Chi You put down the cloth in his hand, looked at the Medicine Master, and asked Maitreya.

"What do you two teachers think Jiuli should do right now?"

A hint of madness flashed between the pharmacist's brows. "Send troops immediately and occupy the Central Plains."

The pharmacist was also a man of great perseverance and pride. It was understandable that he couldn't compete with Zhao Gongming because Zhao Gongming had gone too far.

However, he never took the Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect seriously.

Maitreya smiled and expressed his approval.

"Alright, we'll do as the two teachers say and send out the troops immediately."

Chi You's control over the Jiuli tribe reached an unprecedented level.

Just ten days later, the 600,000-strong army began its advance, approaching the Central Plains!

"Buzz!"

In the unseen river of humanity, the boundless fortune of humanity surges within the nine heavens.

Two golden dragons faced each other across a massive canopy, roaring furiously at one another, each trying to devour the other.

Soon, the Xiong army and the Jiuli army arrived in the Central Plains one after another.

The Central Plains are vast and boundless, with abundant water and grass. After discussion, the Xiong tribe and the Jiuli tribe decided to set the battlefield at Zhuolu!

The land of contention is the heart of the Central Plains. The victor in the struggle for the Central Plains will become the common ruler of the human race.

A month later, the combined forces of the two tribes, numbering 1.6 million, slowly approached the Battle of Zhuolu.

On the battlefield, the Xiong tribe and the Jiuli tribe faced off against each other.

Xuanyuan rode out of the camp on a fiery red dragon horse.

Behind him, Guang Chengzi holds a large brick-shaped Fantian Seal in his left hand and a pair of swords in his right. A palm-sized purple-gold bell sways from side to side above his head.

Chi Jingzi was equally on high alert, holding the Yin-Yang Mirror in his left hand and the Water-Fire Blade in his right. The two of them stood guard around Xuanyuan like bodyguards.

Xuanyuan looked at the shaman bloodline, which was much taller than ordinary humans, and felt a slight sense of unease.

In this struggle for the Central Plains, his Xiong tribe mobilized a million troops!

The Jiuli tribe only mobilized 600,000 troops, so in terms of military strength, Xiong actually had the advantage.

However, the shamans' physiques far surpassed those of ordinary humans; each one was tall, strong, and incredibly powerful.

This slight advantage has long been negated by physical fitness.

"Chi You, as the lord of the Nine Li, how dare you not come out and see me?"

Xuanyuan's voice was like thunder, spreading throughout Zhuolu and clearly reaching the ears of everyone.

A short while later, a cute black and white giant beast appeared from the Jiuli camp, carrying Chi You on its back.

Beside Chi You, the Medicine Master and Maitreya summoned their own magical treasures, looked around, and took on the role of bodyguards for Chi You.

"Medicine Master, Maitreya!"

Guang Chengzi and Chi Jingzi became more serious.

Medicine Master, Maitreya should not be underestimated. Those who can cultivate in the barren lands of the West are in no way inferior to them. Their Daoist heart and perseverance are evident.

As Chi You stood before the army, he looked down at Xuanyuan, his eyes seemingly burning with fierce flames.

"Xuanyuan, I have long heard of your great name. In such a short time, you have managed to assimilate so many tribes near Youxiong. You are a talented person. Why not submit to my Jiuli? I am the common ruler of the human race, and you can be my deputy."

Chi You extended a sincere invitation.

Xuanyuan laughed, "Chiyou, stop with your useless nonsense. My million-strong army is pressing in, poised to sweep across the world. Why would I submit to you?"

"Today I have led a large army here with only one purpose: to seize the Central Plains."

Chi You's eyes darkened slightly. "Fine, since that's the case, then we have nothing more to say!"

After Chi You finished speaking, he suddenly waved his hand, and in an instant, the sound of booming war drums rang out from behind Chi You and from the Jiuli army.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The sound of war drums was incessant, resounding throughout the heavens and the earth, directly alarming all the saints and countless powerful beings in the primordial world.

They looked down from the heavens, and found that they had no idea when it happened.

An enormous phantom appeared above the Jiuli Legion.

The phantom's face was blurry, but it carried an unparalleled will, which was bestowed upon every member of the Jiuli Legion.

At this moment, the eyes of the Jiuli army turned red, and boundless fighting spirit burst forth from them.

At that moment, they had only one thought in their minds: kill, kill, kill, and repel the invading enemy.

The myriad races of the primordial world were also observing the scene unfolding in the Central Plains, their expressions complex.

"The Jiuli tribe, with their shamanic bloodline, are indeed extraordinary. No one can predict the outcome of this battle."

"snort!"

Xuanyuan snorted coldly and waved his hand in return. Behind him, the deafening sound of war drums rang out from the million-strong Youxiong army.

The war drums thundered, echoing throughout the heavens and the earth. Above the Xuanyuan tribe, an enormous phantom also formed—a golden dragon thousands of feet long.

The golden dragon roared to the sky, and a powerful dragon's might was bestowed upon every member of the Youxiong army.

Their momentum was in no way inferior to that of the Jiuli Legion's army.

With a command from Xuanyuan and Chiyou, a total of 1.6 million troops from both sides were thrown into battle.

Looking down from the heavens, the entire Battleground looked like an anthill.

Countless armies were reduced to tiny black dots, intertwined with each other.

The sounds of clashing weapons, shouts of battle, and the tearing of flesh were incessant.

The entire Central Plains seemed to have been transformed into a giant meat grinder, constantly shredding the people of the Youxiong and Jiuli tribes into mincemeat.

The blood pooled together, even forming streams, lakes, and rivers.

Chi You and Xuanyuan, sitting in the central command, calmly directed the battle between the two armies, but both of them had fine beads of sweat on their palms.

Clearly, even as the commanders-in-chief of both armies, he could not have predicted the outcome of this battle. He could only do his best to command his troops and win this great battle.

This battle is a crucial first engagement for both sides.

Regardless of who wins or loses this battle, it will have a huge impact on the subsequent situation.

Meanwhile, Guang Chengzi, Chi Jingzi, Yaoshi, and Maitreya engaged in battle in mid-air.

The four were of similar cultivation level, all at the peak of the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm. At this moment, they engaged in fierce battle. In mid-air, countless spiritual treasures collided continuously, emitting dazzling light. For a short time, none of them could gain the upper hand, resulting in a stalemate.

Among the Xiong army, the vanguard officer Bai Jian, a tall and strong man, led several hundred elite troops, moving through Chi You's army.

He possessed immense strength, surpassing even the Jiuli army, which had members of the Wu tribe.

He wielded the greatsword with unparalleled skill, sweeping across Chi You's army like waves crashing against the shore. Wherever he passed, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and none could withstand his attack.

In the central army of Jiuli, Chi You's face suddenly darkened. He hadn't expected that there would be such a brave general in Xuanyuan's army.

(End of this chapter)