Chapter 186 The Despair of the Ancient Races

With a single strike, even the Yaochi Holy Land trembled faintly. Had it not been for the protection of the Emperor Weapon, the Xi Huang Tower, this ancient sacred ground would likely have ceased to exist.

However, as the smoke and dust dissipated, Jiang Xuan still stood proudly in the void, his gaze calm, without a single scratch on his body. In contrast, the six ancestral kings looked extremely unsightly, with specks of blood on their robes indicating they had suffered injuries.

Although the injuries were not serious, they were still unbelievable. The six of them had joined forces to suppress him, evolving supreme sacred techniques, yet they were defeated by Jiang Xuan, even suffering injuries as a result. Such strength was not something ordinary saints possessed.

Seeing this, the last ancestral king flickered, transforming into a boundless light, a vast expanse of white, like a silver river cascading down. He also shouted, "Imperishable through thousands of lifetimes, indestructible through myriad tribulations, boundless Dao techniques, creating heaven and earth!"

This ancestral king was exceptionally powerful, far surpassing the other six. The boundless light surged, and a massive divine axe cleaved down, aiming to split Jiang Xuan alive. Chaotic energy surged, as if to create heaven and earth!

The boundless light broke through the firmament, cleaving through all obstacles. Chaotic light surged, starlight sprinkled down, even more terrifying than the combined force of the previous six ancestral kings. The rules of heaven and earth poured down, the pressure of the Great Dao stretched across the void, and endless divine power swept towards Jiang Xuan.

Seeing this opportunity, the other six saints also attacked together, once again condensing a celestial mace, striking directly at Jiang Xuan.

Reflecting their combined attack in his eyes, Jiang Xuan's divine patterns outlined the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, as if chaos was evolving and heaven and earth were being recreated. All the power in heaven and earth seemed to be converging.

Pinching his fingers into a sword, a three-foot-long edge appeared, without waves or ripples, like an invisible sword, with only the Yin and Yang energies circulating and starlight swirling around it.

Falling from the high heavens, like the Dao of Heaven wielding a sword, dividing the universe and severing time and space, the boundless divine light transformed into a sword of heaven, colliding with the axe and mace. Ten thousand feet of light soared into the sky, the void extinguished, obscuring half of the firmament, dyeing the sky with chaotic divine light.

After a long time, the divine light dissipated. In the void, the seven saints were covered in sword marks, the result of the sword light. All the races were terrified by this. One against seven, and a complete victory. Jiang Xuan's strength was truly unimaginable.

"Do you still want to fight?" Jiang Xuan said.

Previously, he had learned that Ye Fan and Jiang Taixu, like in the original trajectory, had crossed paths. Jiang Taixu had also helped Ye Fan break the Holy Body curse, continuing the severed path.

However, after that, Jiang Taixu had disappeared without a trace. Jiang Xuan had originally thought that Jiang Taixu would appear at this Ten Thousand Races Assembly, but upon arriving, he discovered that Jiang Taixu had not appeared. Therefore, for the sake of the group mission rewards, he had transformed into a human.

After all, this clone of his was a member of the Phoenix race, and his true form was a zombie. Unless he refined a human clone again, he could only use transformation techniques to become human like he was now.

But after hearing what Jiang Xuan said, the faces of the seven saints were filled with unwillingness. In the end, the most powerful ancestral king sighed and slowly said, "We have been defeated!"

After that, he prepared to leave with the other six. At this moment, Jiang Xuan spoke again, "Now that you have all arrived at Yaochi, why not sit down and have a good talk?"

The seven saints paused, hesitated for a moment, and finally turned back, "Don't despise us for attacking together, because if we can't even pass this test, then the human race will truly have no hope. There are more than just us who don't believe Wushi is still alive, there are even more powerful beings, they… should all come tomorrow."

They made it very clear. After all, there were quite a few races among the ten thousand races that possessed Extreme Emperor Weapons. If the human race couldn't even stop them, then when even stronger beings arrived tomorrow, the human race simply wouldn't be able to stop them.

"It doesn't matter, our human race's experts have not all arrived yet. It's hard to say who will win or lose if you want to deal with us!" Jiang Xuan smiled indifferently, not caring about their words.

The seven saints didn't think much of it. The strength currently displayed by the human race couldn't stop the pace of the ten thousand races. Of course, they didn't say it explicitly. They planned to wait quietly and see how the human race would survive the tribulations of tomorrow.

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The night was very long, as if it would never end. No one knew what would happen at dawn. Many people couldn't sleep all night, their faces filled with fatigue and worry, finding it very difficult to endure.

Finally, dawn broke, and a ray of light rose from the east, cutting through the mist and shining into Yaochi.

"They're coming!" one of the seven saints said. As these words fell, the Yaochi divine bell rang, and extremely powerful saints arrived, entering the Pure Land, requiring the leaders of each sect to greet them.

"Negotiations… is that all the weak races have? What will you use to negotiate with me?" A cold voice came from outside the Pure Land, showing no respect. In the morning light, eleven saints arrived, all with boundless magic power, like living gods.

"Very well, all of you old friends have come. Then let's all enter Yaochi and see who can sit down and talk with us!" The arrivals were not friendly. Obviously, these few were not as easy to talk to as the seven saints from yesterday. They harbored hostility towards the human race and clearly did not intend to sit down and negotiate properly.

The seven saints in Yaochi did not speak either, because this was the human race's own difficulty. If they couldn't overcome this hurdle, then there would be no need to continue holding this Ten Thousand Races Assembly.

After all, among the ten thousand races, there were quite a few forces that wanted to attack the human race!

"You have come from afar, why not sit down and talk?" The Holy Mother of Yaochi frowned slightly, but she still had to maintain the demeanor of a host, preparing to welcome them into the Yaochi Holy Land.

However, at the same time, green, misty pillars of light fell from the sky. It was the Xi Huang Tower, standing in the small world, suppressing the void.

"The aura of a Great Emperor, is that the legendary Xi Huang Tower? I really want to hold it in my palm and take a closer look," one of the ancient kings said with a sneer as he looked up.

This was blatant provocation. Many human experts glared angrily, but they were ignored. Mere experts posed no threat to them, so why would they care?

Moreover, they were not worried at all. There were at least two Ancient Emperor Weapons aimed at this place from the outside, so they were not afraid at all.

"Hold it in your palm?" Just then, Jiang Xuan spoke, smiling as he looked at the ancient king who was provoking them, saying, "I'll grant your wish!"

With a wave of his hand, a five-colored feather fan flew out, the power of the Great Emperor suppressing heaven and earth. Five-colored divine fire swirled around it, sweeping across the sky, as if it could burn through the firmament. Its power was unstoppable.

"Come, try holding it." Jiang Xuan said with a faint smile. A thought flashed through his mind, and the True Phoenix Feather Fan floated out, suspended in front of the eleven ancient saints.

The power of the Great Emperor bloomed, as if the sky was falling, the void was frozen, as if they were facing the ancient Emperors and Empresses. Jiang Xuan's Emperor Weapons were different from other Emperor Weapons, all of them were in a state of complete revival. Not to mention holding it, even if they weren't crushed, it would be because Jiang Xuan had restrained himself somewhat.

Just like now, the eleven ancient saints were all forced to kneel on the ground, unable to even lift their heads, let alone hold it.

"Why aren't you holding it? Didn't you want to take a closer look? Are you looking down on my Emperor Weapon?" Jiang Xuan asked with a smile. The eleven ancient saints were all trying their best to resist the Emperor's might. Jiang Xuan was "very measured", the Emperor Weapon's power was just enough for them to resist with all their strength.

"Do you want to start a war with my race?!" The ancient saint who had provoked them earlier, now kneeling on the ground, felt extremely annoyed. How could he have imagined that someone would actually give him an Emperor Weapon for a casual provocation, and a fully revived Emperor Weapon at that!

When did the human race become so generous?!

"Start a war? Wasn't it you who wanted to see the Emperor Weapon? How did it become that we want to start a war with you?" Ye Fan also understood Jiang Xuan's intention. He had learned something from the Jiang family. Jiang Xuan had two Emperor Weapons on him. Even if the ten thousand races also used Ancient Emperor Weapons, the human race would not suffer a loss.

"That's right, it was you who said you wanted to see the Emperor Weapon, and now that we've given you the Emperor Weapon, you're saying we want to start a war. Is this just your way of talking?" Duan De also mocked. He had long been unhappy with these ancient saints of the ten thousand races, and now that he had the opportunity, he certainly wouldn't let them off with just words.

"That's right, my human race's saints are generous, and they specially allowed you to view the Emperor Weapon. How can you distort the meaning of my race's saints?"

"Hahaha, not bad, can it be that the ten thousand races only know how to distort the truth?"

"Which race does this ancient saint come from? Could it be that they don't have their own Emperor Weapon, and they're jealous that my race has an Emperor Weapon to suppress our luck?"

Mocking laughter rang out among the human race. How could they not see Jiang Xuan's intention now?

The ancient saints of the ten thousand races wanted to give the human race a show of force, but Jiang Xuan took the opportunity to do the opposite, instead giving them a show of force.

"Relying on the power of the Emperor Weapon, is this all the human race is capable of?!"

An ancient saint whose spine was bent cried out. Being suppressed by the Emperor Weapon and being ridiculed by the human race like this, how could he endure it?

"Alright." Jiang Xuan retracted the Emperor Weapon. As the power dissipated, the eleven ancient saints also stood up, each unleashing their own power, their holy might soaring into the sky, as if they could strike at any moment.

However, they were still afraid. Jiang Xuan possessed an Emperor Weapon. If they really provoked him, they would be the ones to die. Even if there were Ancient Emperor Weapons aimed at the Yaochi Holy Land from the outside, it would be useless. Saints could use Emperor Weapons to kill them in an instant.

"Everyone, how about we go outside and fight?" Jiang Xuan said, "Don't worry, I won't use the Emperor Weapon."

"Hmph! Then let me try the methods of the human race's saints!" The ancient saint who had been specially taken care of by Jiang Xuan earlier snorted coldly and stepped into the void, arriving outside Yaochi.

They all knew that the Yaochi Holy Land had an Emperor Weapon suppressing it, so it was impossible to fight here. The Yaochi's experts would never allow it.

"Since we're going to fight, then it will be a battle to the death. If you die, then there's nothing to talk about, and everything will end here!" Another ancient saint shouted, also wanting to fight Jiang Xuan and avenge being suppressed by Jiang Xuan's Emperor Weapon.

Several ancient kings stepped into the void, their holy might vast and extremely powerful, as if they were about to tear apart the sky.

"A battle to the death? Good, I'll grant your wish!"

Jiang Xuan stood up and strode into the arena, beginning the battle like lightning. He used the Dou Zhan Sheng Fa (Battle Saint Technique), unparalleled in the world, overbearing and unmatched. It was also the first time he revealed his killing intent, which almost materialized, overwhelming the sky and covering the earth, creating a peerless holy sword from the sky. With a single strike, he directly cut an ancestral king in two!

The ancient saints present were shocked, obviously not expecting Jiang Xuan's strength to be so formidable. With just one move, he actually killed an ancestral king.

The seven ancient saints from yesterday all smiled bitterly. Who knew that Jiang Xuan's strength was so terrifying? Fortunately, they had not intended to fight to the death with him yesterday, otherwise they would have died yesterday.

However, this was just the beginning. Jiang Xuan used the Dou Zhan Sheng Fa to evolve several ancient secret techniques, his battle power astonishing. He successively killed several ancient saints, and he seemed extremely relaxed, shocking the ten thousand races!

"Killing several kings alone, that will be a disgrace to all races. What are you afraid of?" A cold voice came from the sky.

But at this moment, five more figures came from the void. The leader had purple hair draped over his shoulders, and his aura was extraordinary. Behind him were four saint-level Primordial creatures, all of them terrifying and unfathomable.

"It's the Zilin Ancestral King, they're from Wanlong Nest (Ten Thousand Dragon Nest)!"

An ancient saint spoke, recognizing this ancestral king. He came from Wanlong Nest, but this Zilin Ancestral King harbored hostility towards the human race, his expression cold. As soon as he arrived, he wanted to attack Jiang Xuan.

After him, several more figures arrived, each of them at the saint level. In just a short moment, more than a dozen of them had arrived. In the end, even an ancestral king who was close to the Great Saint, the Fallen Heaven King, arrived. The Primordial Ten Thousand Races were ruthless in order to deal with the human race.

However, at this moment, a man in white was walking step by step, the setting sun shining on his body, dyeing him with a layer of sacred brilliance, making him seem otherworldly.

This was a face that looked very heroic and young, but the vicissitudes in his eyes indicated that he was no longer young. His snow-white clothes fluttered in the wind, stepping on the sunset, as if in a dream. His peerless elegance and unparalleled demeanor made people want to kneel down and worship him.

This was not due to pressure, but an emotion that moved people. People shouted.

"He's a saint of our human race!"

"Divine King!" Ye Fan exclaimed. He didn't expect Jiang Taixu to appear today, and he had already become a saint!

This was the true saint of the human race. Unlike Jiang Xuan, in his opinion, Jiang Xuan was a member of the Phoenix race. Even if he used secret techniques to transform into a human, his essence had not changed. He could help the human race overcome difficulties, and Ye Fan was very grateful, but he also longed for something in his heart.

He yearned for the human race to have a true saint, because that truly represented the human race, and only then would the human race truly have the capital to negotiate with the ten thousand races!

"Fellow Daoist!" Jiang Taixu stepped through the void, also seeing Jiang Xuan, and spoke with a faint smile. If Jiang Xuan hadn't rescued him from Zishan in the past and helped him overcome difficulties, he wouldn't be where he was today.

"It's been many years, Fellow Daoist has finally taken that step." Jiang Xuan also responded with a smile. The human race's White-Clad Divine King, Jiang Taixu, had now become a saint, and he was no ordinary sage. He had walked far in this realm, and his strength surpassed most of the ancestral kings!

"If it wasn't for Fellow Daoist's rescue many years ago, there wouldn't be the Jiang Taixu of today." Jiang Taixu's expression was open and sincere, grateful for Jiang Xuan's help in the past. However, Jiang Xuan waved his hand. Back then, it was just a transaction, and he never felt that he had helped in any way.

Jiang Taixu didn't say much, but looked at the ancestral kings in the arena and said, "Since everyone has come to Yaochi, why not sit down and discuss it in detail? After several battles, is it still not enough to prove my race's strength?"

Jiang Taixu also knew that Jiang Xuan was not a member of the human race, but it was not appropriate to say it at this time, as it would shake the human race's Dao heart. Moreover, Jiang Xuan had helped the human race after transforming, so how could he expose him and let down Jiang Xuan's good intentions?

"Weak races have no right to speak. Two saints are far from enough. If you want to negotiate, you must first fight for a position!" The Zilin Ancestral King said disdainfully. In his opinion, the human race was still the weak race from the ancient years, huddled in a corner, used as food by them, and had no right to sit on an equal footing with them.

"Alas…" Jiang Taixu sighed softly, then looked at Jiang Xuan, "Fellow Daoist, I will handle them."

Jiang Xuan nodded. Jiang Taixu's strength was extraordinary. He had cut off his origin and lived out a second life. His strength was far from comparable to that of the ancestral kings, and he was a true human saint. It would be better for him to handle this matter.

Moreover, Jiang Xuan himself had plans. He wanted to wait for the Great Saints of the Ten Thousand Races to arrive, and then take the opportunity to do something in order to obtain greater benefits.