Shrouding the Heavens: The Ultimate Daoist Venerable

Chapter 141 One Against Four
Wuji asked, "Why are you so late? This doesn't seem like you, someone who likes to show off."

Chongxu rolled his eyes and said, "When have I ever liked to show off? I'm the most low-key person, okay?"

Wuji scoffed: "Who was it that spread the news of his defeat of the Flying Flower King everywhere?"

Chongxu chuckled and said, "I think you're no less impressive. Didn't you announce your defeat of the Golden Serpent King to the world?"

Wuji laughed and said, "But I never say that I like to keep a low profile and am indifferent to fame and fortune."

As the two were talking, the human race's Great Sage Qian Yuan and the demon race's Great Sage Xuan Tu appeared. Together, they activated an ancient battle platform.

A wave of murderous aura washed over us, and even the air itself smelled of blood, piercing our nostrils.

In the sky, a massive stone battle platform emerged from the void, bringing with it an aura of boundless vicissitudes and slaughter.

This battle platform is made entirely of obsidian crystal, covered with countless array patterns, and seemingly contains numerous cracks, originating from various divine soldiers.

Furthermore, one could faintly see the aura left behind by countless cultivators on their deathbeds on the battle stage, as if countless geniuses had perished within it.

This battle platform was established by that Quasi-Saint 30,000 years ago, and it is engraved with his array patterns, which can isolate it from external influences. It even thoughtfully includes a healing array within the platform to prevent injuries from hindering the continuation of the battle.

It can be said that on the ancient star where there are no ultimate weapons, this battle platform is indeed difficult to shake or affect.

The tokens on the prodigies began to glow, and a pulling force came, trying to draw them into the battle arena.

Wuji secretly restored his true form, unable to resist the pulling force, and was about to enter the battle platform.

Chongxu asked, "Why are you going now? Shouldn't we wait until the situation is hopeless and everyone is in despair before we step in, turn the tide, and become the center of attention?"

Wuji chuckled and said, "You deliberately arrived so late, don't tell me you didn't make any preparations? Why didn't the White Crane King come?"

Chongxu sighed and said, "Since you've seen through me, I'm too lazy to pretend anymore. Ah, what a perfect opportunity."

The two were then pulled into the battle arena by the traction force.

The Mad Lion King scanned the area and, finding that only the four of them had entered, asked, "Where is the White Crane King?"

Chongxu shouted loudly in their direction, "No need to wait any longer, your White Crane King is no longer able to come."

Before the tournament, Chongxu intercepted the White Crane King and challenged him to a duel. The loser would have to turn back and not participate in the tournament, and this information could not be leaked beforehand.

As a result, the White Crane King suffered a crushing defeat and retreated into seclusion.

They were actually planning to build up their own strength. By bringing this up before the actual fight, they could create psychological pressure on the other side while also increasing their own chances of winning.

Chongxu was, after all, the holy son of the Xuanqing Holy Land of the human race. In order for the human race to take Mount Tai, he had no choice but to use some means.

Although the situation on the battle stage could not be interfered with, its scenes and sounds could be transmitted to the outside world, so the news was quickly learned by the audience of both the human and demon races.

The morale of the human race soared, while the demon race began to decline. The Great Sage Xuantu glanced at the battle stage and said, "This kid has some skill. He actually defeated two of my demon race's prodigies. He must be quite talented."

The Great Sage Qian Yuan said, "Chongxu is indeed the one I trust the most. But judging from your calm demeanor, Brother Dao, you probably have a trump card up your sleeve, don't you?"

The Great Sage Xuantu smiled slightly and said, "The gap between the seven demon kings of my clan has long been widened, but we have never said it to the outside world. The three who were defeated were just the lowest of them."

The Great Sage Qian Yuan also smiled: "If they hide for too long, they will lose their edge. Brother Dao, they are used to hiding their true colors. Can they still exert enough strength?"

The Great Sage Xuantu laughed and said, "Then we shall wait and see."

On the battle platform, the human race began discussing the order of their turn to fight.

At this moment, Chongxu had lost his impetuousness and become very composed. His already dignified face now exuded an air of quiet authority. Because of his background, reputation, and previous achievements, he was subtly showing a tendency to take the lead over the four humans.

Chongxu said, "Due to its racial advantages, the Thousand-Handed Spider King's attacks are unpredictable and difficult to anticipate; its golden silk threads are both strong and flexible, changing at will. Brother Wan, can your Great Formless Sword Qi handle it?"

Wan Jianyi had a sharp, angular face and a cold, stern gaze. Upon hearing this, he raised an eyebrow and said, "I fought him once ten years ago, and the battle ended in a draw. This time, my cultivation is deeper, my sword energy is more exquisite, and I will not lose."

Chongxu turned to face Yao Jinyun, the Holy Maiden of the Yao family, one of the six great families of the ancient star of the primordial world. Not only was she born with a divine body, but she also obtained the Transformation Mystic Technique passed down by the Supreme Heavenly Venerable Wuji, thus evolving her divine body into a true God-King Body.

Chongxu said, "The Mad Lion King was the former leader of the demon kings, and his strength should not be underestimated. You..."

Yao Jinyun said, "Brother, there's no need to say more. Twenty-one years ago, I used the Song of the Gods to fight against his Lion's Roar and was slightly at a disadvantage. But now, I have further sublimated my divine body and have also mastered the Sigh of the Gods. This time, I will not lose."

Chongxu nodded and said, "That's good. This Demon Ape King is of the Tongbei Ape lineage, with extremely powerful bloodline and the great supernatural power of holding the sun and moon in his hand. Although this Yuanxiang King is a rising star, many people in the demon race both respect and fear him. We can hardly tell how strong he really is, but we have heard that he seems to be on par with the Mad Lion King."

“Brother Wuji, since you believe that the Yuanxiang King will be a formidable enemy, why don’t I confront the Demon Ape King and leave the Yuanxiang King to you?”

Wuji glanced at the opposite side and found that the demon race had not communicated at all. In fact, the four demon kings did not even have a trace of fighting spirit. This unusual scene made Wuji feel expectant.

He said loudly, "I think we don't need to arrange our troops here anymore. Our demon friends seem to have other ideas."

Upon hearing this, Yao Jinyun, Wan Jianyi, and Chongxu all looked towards the demon race.

As expected, King Yuanxiang stood up and said, "What this human friend said is right. All this arranging is really boring. This time, my demon race will only send one person, me alone. I will defeat all four of you. If anyone can defeat me, then my demon race will willingly admit defeat."

Yuanxiang King was born into the White Jade Sacred Elephant clan among the demon race. This clan had no demonic aura whatsoever, but was filled with holy light, like divine beasts and immortal spirits.

This race is known for its immense strength yet gentle nature, and it is said that prehistoric Buddhist sects especially favored using them as mounts.

After Yuanxiang King transformed into human form, he looked very young, like a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy. He was thin and looked frail, with delicate features, making it hard to associate him with his race.

But this very boy spoke the most arrogant words in a matter-of-fact tone.

(End of this chapter)