Conferred God: Got cramped at the beginning

Chapter 1070 Collision
Therefore, after such a blow was launched, the space expanded by the Bull Demon King with the great power of the Great Luo was shaken, as if it was about to be shattered by Nezha's circle.

Speaking of which, Ao Bing's two Daoist partners, Nezha and Princess Longji, met even earlier... But during the countless millennia that Ao Bing slept in the East Sea, it was the White Tiger Guardian God who guarded the abyss of the East Sea.

After Nezha stepped into the East Sea, he worked with the White Tiger Guardian God to ensure that Ao Bing's slumber was not disturbed and to maintain the stability of the East Sea.

Over these tens of thousands of years of working together, Nezha and the White Tiger Guardian God naturally became even more familiar with each other.

Over countless millennia, Nezha had come to regard the White Tiger Guardian God as a close relative, like an elder sister.

Now, this elder sister is being humiliated by the demon race right before his eyes, one after another... One can imagine how raging and resolute Nezha's anger and killing intent are.

Even in Nezha's mind at this moment, the Bull Demon King's earlier bowing down seemed like a mockery...

Therefore, when the Qiankun Ring was thrown out, almost all the demon gods in the banquet in front of Moyun Cave sensed Nezha's fury and killing intent without any difference.

This Great God of the Three Altars Sea Gathering, who had suppressed the East Sea for tens of thousands of years, making the entire East Sea dare not stir up the slightest ripple, and preventing those powerful beings who smuggled in from beyond the realm from causing trouble in the East Sea, unleashed his anger and killing intent at this banquet indiscriminately, making all the demon gods at the banquet shudder.

The falling Qiankun Ring appeared to be heading straight for Ling Xuzi—but in the eyes of the other demon gods, it was as if a piece of the heavens had fallen, about to crush them all beneath it.

At that moment, even the great saints of the demon race couldn't help but be moved by this.

The space expanded by the Great Luo was shaken.

Those demon gods who were merely affected were terrified.

One can only imagine what kind of situation Ling Xuzi, the wolf spirit, was in when he faced the attack of the Qiankun Circle.

Before he could even respond to Nezha's words, the raging crimson flames, born of his killing intent and anger, had already ignited within Ling Xuzi's internal organs.

Ling Xuzi was originally a top-tier Taiyi Demon God, a demon god who could catch the eye of the Great Luo King, the Bull Demon King.

In terms of strength, among the demon gods of the Southern Continent, he might not be the most outstanding, but he is certainly among the top-tier.

Not to mention, he had also experienced that clash of humanity, narrowly escaping death, and then, under the influence of this supreme demonic wine, his physical strength greatly improved...

Even so, when the Great God of the Three Altars Sea Gathering unleashed his killing intent and anger, Ling Xuzi was still powerless to retaliate.

At this moment, not only the Bull Demon King, but even the Buddha hidden in the gaze of a guest, couldn't help but marvel at the power displayed by Nezha...

With their keen eyesight, they could naturally see exactly where the flames on Ling Xuzi's body came from.

That was not a flame that invaded its body from the outside.

Instead, after sensing the anger and killing intent emanating from Nezha, his own emotions were ignited—and then, the flame that existed only in his emotions transformed into a real flame, burning within Ling Xuzi's internal organs.

This also means that the Three Altars Sea God, who has suppressed the East Sea for tens of thousands of years, has completely overwhelmed the Azure Wolf Spirit Ling Xuzi in terms of strength and cultivation.

Under such overwhelming pressure, Ling Xuzi could no longer even control his own emotions!
Although Taiyi cannot compare to Daluo, Taiyi's existence still represents an ideal of perfection and self-sufficiency.

Under the influence of that Dao seed, the Taiyi people are in a state of 'complete control' over their essence, energy, spirit, emotions, power, and physical body.

However, at this moment, Ling Xuzi's state of 'self-control', which was also Taiyi, had already been broken by Nezha—and Nezha did not use any other means to break Ling Xuzi's state of self-control.

He simply threw out the Qiankun Ring, that's all.

But even such a simple action had already unknowingly broken Ling Xuzi's control over himself.

Such strength...

"This is a technique that has completely surpassed the level of Taiyi!" Both the Bull Demon King and the Buddha hidden in the eyes of others couldn't help but sway slightly—especially the Bull Demon King, who even felt a sense of excitement at seeing Nezha in front of him.

In that instant, even the Bull Demon King couldn't resist the urge to personally try and feel the Universe Ring hit him.

However, just as this thought crossed his mind, Yang Jian, who was sitting next to Nezha, took out his three-pointed double-edged sword and glanced at the Bull Demon King unintentionally.

The meaning in their eyes was very clear—if the Bull Demon King makes a move, Yang Jian will definitely make a move as well.

As the undisputed existence below the Great Luo level, recognized by all five directions, and the 'Super Taiyi' among the Taiyi... Yang Jian was clearly confident enough to stop the Bull Demon King, a Great Luo.

Similarly, the Bull Demon King wasn't entirely confident he could overcome Yang Jian's entanglement and obstruction...

On the battlefield beyond the realm, more than one Grand Luo from beyond the realm has proven this with his own life—that is, although Yang Jian is a Taiyi, he can still intervene in and influence the battle between Grand Luo.

His realm was only Taiyi—but his strength had definitely reached the twelfth level, which is the level of Daluo.

The next instant, the Bull Demon King's gaze fell upon the White Tiger Supervisor God.

Similarly, he also took out his longsword and placed it across the table in front of him.

Although it is also a sword, the sword in the hands of this White Tiger Guardian God is different from ordinary swords.

An ordinary sword, about three feet long, can be held with one hand.

The sword in the hands of the White Tiger Guardian God was wider and longer than ordinary swords—it was clearly a two-handed sword.

Before the sword was even drawn, the Bull Demon King saw time flowing before his eyes, witnessing the White Tiger Guardian God wielding the sword and slashing with both hands.

Between the sword sheaths, numerous points of light flickered, echoing the stars in the sky—as if all the stars in the western sky were reflected here.

In fact, it is true.

This sword was crafted by the White Tiger Supervisor God himself—but the scabbard that restrains the sword's sharpness was forged by the stars of the Western Pole, by the many star lords who, after confirming the White Tiger Supervisor God's idea, joined forces to create it.

"Never mind." The Bull Demon King shook his head slightly.

An unsolvable existence below the level of a Great Luo Immortal.

One of them was Taiyi, who had already experienced the Dao Struggle and emerged victorious, redefining the meaning of killing, but had not truly attained the Dao Fruit and entered the Great Luo Realm only because the power of killing had loosened. Seeing these two, the Bull Demon King could only sigh inwardly.

Most importantly, in this matter, the Bull Demon King is truly in the wrong!
On the other side, Qin Qiong had already taken out his golden mace and placed it upright in front of Li Chengqian.

Thus, whether it was the demon gods being overwhelmed by the aura of the Qiankun Ring and instinctively releasing their own aura to resist, or the scorching heat swept out by the Qiankun Ring, all of it was blocked by that golden mace.

"The demon race's banquet is truly terrifying!"

“If there is a next time, I will never bring Your Highness again,” Qin Qiong said to Li Chengqian.

Li Chengqian smiled wryly, a strange expression on his face.

"Does the Pillar of State want a next time?"

"The Pillar of the State, the White Tiger Supervisor of War, symbolizes the killing and warfare in the human world."

"If he were to draw his sword, wouldn't that mean war would break out in the world again?"

Li Chengqian turned his gaze to the scabbard of the sword in the hand of the White Tiger Supervisor God.

Countless stars revolve within it, and at a glance, it seems as if the Milky Way flows within it, reflecting everything in heaven and earth.

Those twinkling stars, one after another, were like locks in the sky, locking away the sharpness within the sword sheath and separating the traces of slaughter flowing between heaven and earth from the sword.

However, as the situation between heaven and earth changed, the traces of slaughter and the echo of the sword became even stronger—it seemed as if they were about to break through the blockade woven by the stars at any moment, and let the endless slaughter sweep across heaven and earth, and revolutionize all order.

Just vaguely sensing this change, an unprecedented fear welled up in Li Chengqian's heart.

The so-called reform of order means that everything must be overthrown and everything must be started anew.

People like him, 'high and mighty,' are bound to fall to the dust under the reform of that order...

He was like this, and so were those aristocratic families...

Thinking of this, Li Chengqian's heart stirred again.

“Pillar of State, I remember you once told me that the killing and destruction symbolized by the White Tiger Guardian God is the flame of reform and innovation—a killing and destruction that shatters all order and then reshapes it.”

"If we were to draw that sword that symbolizes slaughter, could we unleash that slaughter and completely shatter the order of the aristocratic families?"

Li Chengqian suddenly said to Qin Qiong.

He is now increasingly aware of the pressure coming from aristocratic families—everyone around him, at a glance, has some connection to these families.

Even his uncle had unknowingly sided with the aristocratic families and become their spokesperson—but his uncle seemed completely unaware of all this.

Li Chengqian dared not even think about what he would do if one day his uncle really sided with the aristocratic families and stood against him.

"Pillar of State, will you also side with the aristocratic families?" Li Chengqian's expression was somewhat dazed.

"How can the descendants of the Qin family uphold the airs of a noble family?" Qin Qiong glanced at Li Chengqian beside him, and as if sensing his inner unease, a slight smile appeared on his sallow face.

His ability to become the foremost immortal being in the human realm—his keen insight is beyond doubt.

Even Li Chengqian could sense the changes in Changsun Wuji, so Qin Qiong was no exception.

Looking at Li Chengqian before him, Qin Qiong couldn't help but think of his sons—let alone upholding the dignity of the aristocratic family, if he were to die one day, his sons would probably not even be able to preserve this wealth and status.

"Brother Wuji, tell me, should I hope that you will side with the aristocratic families while I am alive, or that you will stand against them after I die?"

Qin Qiong thought to himself.

If Changsun Wuji had sided with the aristocratic families while he was alive, he could have simply killed Changsun Wuji before he died...

But if Changsun Wuji only sided with the aristocratic families after his death, given his methods, who knows how many old friends would be killed by him.

"Perhaps, I should die first?" Suddenly, such a thought popped into Qin Qiong's mind.

In the mortal court, he, the number one martial arts immortal in the mortal realm, was a pillar of stability. As long as he lived, no one dared to stir up any trouble... No matter who it was, they could only lie low...

But if he dies, without his suppression, what's hidden in the court will surface...

"We'll discuss it with His Majesty when we get back."

Qin Qiong thought to himself...

At that very moment, an extremely heavy sound echoed before the Moyun Cave.

That was the Qiankun Ring in the hands of the Great God of the Three Altars and Seas, which finally fell into Ling Xuzi's hands.

Amidst the scorching flames, Ling Xuzi's sword was no longer aimed at the White Tiger Supervisor God, but instead directly met the descending Qiankun Ring.

As the sword was swung, the traces of slaughter on all the demon gods at the banquet were also drawn out, entwined in Ling Xuzi's hand, and condensed into the power of slaughter.

Once upon a time, warfare originated with Chi You—Chi You was the ancestor of warfare, and for Chi You, the type of weapon made no difference.

Therefore, the symbol of killing can be any kind of weapon.

But after the White Tiger Guardian God redefined killing, this symbol of killing became the sword.

Throughout the entire Pantian, among countless weapons, apart from swords, there were no other weapons capable of unleashing that killing power.

It was precisely because of this that when those demon gods were shaken by Nezha's attack, the marks of their past killings and their experiences of killing spread out with their shock, and finally, they converged on the sword in Ling Xuzi's hand.

(End of this chapter)