The people of the primordial era ruled the heavens and earth.

However, Heaven was not in a hurry, but Earth was anxious.

Over the past decade, Huang Tian's cultivation has progressed quite rapidly, reaching the third level of Immortal and becoming a member of the Human Race Holy Temple.

However, Houtu felt that this was still too weak.

Therefore, after learning that the Eastern King Duke was leading the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance and intended to attack the human race, she made suggestions more than once.

Let Hou Yi and Gong Gong take action, storm the Heavenly Court, and teach Dong Wang Gong a lesson.

But each time, Qin Tian refused.

This was something Houtu couldn't understand.

"Your Majesty, what are you thinking?"

"Do you know that for the human race now, the Myriad Immortals Alliance is a formidable opponent?"

"When the great war breaks out, the human race will surely suffer countless elite casualties."

"Can you bear to watch them sacrifice themselves in pointless infighting?"

"I can't bear it, but there's nothing I can do." Huang Tian sighed softly, "No rainbow without rain."

"Today you can have Hou Yi and Gonggong take action."

"What about tomorrow? And the day after tomorrow?"

Houtu was speechless, unsure how to reply, and finally muttered, "That's still better than doing nothing at all, isn't it?"

Huang Tian shook his head: "Hou Tu, do you really think we haven't done anything?"

"Look at the human elites on the Holy Mountain, every single one of them is ready for battle."

"As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement."

"The protagonist of the world is earned through battle, not given by others, nor can one obtain it by hiding under someone else's wing."

"You should understand this."

Houtu remained silent and said nothing more.

Didn't she understand what Huang Tian was saying?

No, she knew perfectly well.

Before transforming into an underground tunnel, Houtu, as the ancestral witch of the earth, led her people in many battles.

The Wu tribe's dominance over the primordial land was due to half their talent and half their daring and fighting spirit.

No matter how great your talent is, it will be wasted if you don't strive for it or develop it.

Thinking of this, Houtu looked at Huangtian deeply, just about to say something.

At that moment, she sensed a group of cultivators with different auras rushing toward the Holy Mountain, and they seemed to be harboring ill intentions.

"The Eastern King has arrived! Heavens! Should we tell Qin Feng and the others to be on guard?"

"No need." Huang Tian shook his head: "You underestimate them. After years of experience, they have long since become qualified leaders."

"Knock knock knock..."

As soon as the words were spoken, seven bells rang out in succession on the sacred mountain of the human race.

Immediately afterwards, the eight human leaders, led by Qin Feng, walked out of the main hall in a line.

"Fellow clansmen, the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance has invaded."

"They threatened to exterminate our human race and sever our human lineage."

"What do you think we should do?" After saying that, Qin Feng looked at the thousands of people on the sacred mountain.

"Kill them, kill them..." Humans are all driven by bloodlust, and upon hearing Qin Feng's question, they all shouted loudly, their voices echoing through the sky.

Houtu, who was in the crowd, was deeply moved.

She remembered the witch clan of yesteryear.

"I really like what the Grand Master said: status is earned through fighting."

"With the Great Venerable in seclusion, I will become the supreme leader of the human race."

"I command you to lay down everything you have and follow me into battle."

"In this battle, leave no survivors and annihilate all invading enemies."

Having said that, Qin Feng drew his sword from his waist and unleashed a golden sword aura towards the direction of the Myriad Immortals Alliance, shouting, "Kill!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Qin Shi, Qin Qiong, Qin Ming, and Qin Ze, who were standing next to Qin Feng, rushed out first.

On the sacred mountain, a group of human elites followed closely behind.

"You scoundrel, die!"

Qin Feng was incredibly fierce; he was the last to set off, yet he was the first to arrive in front of the Myriad Immortals Alliance.

With a loud shout, he swept his longsword horizontally, and a nine-leaf sword grass appeared in the sword energy, swaying and shining.

The Grass-Character Sword Technique is extremely deceptive. Upon seeing the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass within the sword energy, Dong Wanggong's vigilance instantly dropped to its lowest level.

"You dare to show off your meager skills before me, the Emperor?"

"Break for me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Eastern King Duke waved the dragon-headed scepter in his hand and casually pointed it, and a beam of golden light shot out.

boom…

The phantom of the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass within the sword energy shone brightly, its six nearly materialized leaves dancing simultaneously, unleashing bursts of sword energy.

The golden beam of light was instantly shattered and plunged into the army of the Myriad Immortals Alliance.

Haotian and Yaochi did not accompany him on this expedition.

But the Eastern King Duke brought with him the Thirty-Three Heavenly Lords, whom he had carefully selected.

Each of the Heavenly Lords possessed at least the strength of a peak Great Luo Golden Immortal, with the three strongest among them even severing one of their corpses and achieving the status of Quasi-Saints.

Therefore, after seeing the golden pillar of light extinguished by the sword energy, he did not rush to make a move.

He believed that his Thirty-Three Gods would solve all of this for him.

In fact, the Thirty-Three Heavenly Lords did not disappoint him, each displaying their unique skills to strike at the sword energy.

In an instant, a dazzling array of colors flashed across the sky, and all sorts of powerful Taoist and lightning spells rained down on the sword energy like a storm.

But the Grass Character Sword Technique is no ordinary move.

Although Qin Feng's Grass Character Sword Technique was not fully mastered, it only had six leaves.

Even so, it's not something the Thirty-Three Heavens Lord can stop.

A verdant sword aura pierced the sky, standing out amidst the dazzling colors, splashing a splash of crimson blood.

With just one move, half of the Thirty-Three Heavenly Lords, who had been entrusted with important responsibilities by the Eastern King, perished and fell from the sky.

The Eastern King's face instantly turned extremely ugly.

"Damn it!"

"How dare you kill the Heavenly Lord under my command! I will surely grind you to dust and annihilate your soul!"

With a furious roar, the Eastern King roared, his eyes turning bloodshot, and suddenly hurled the dragon-headed cane in his hand, which transformed into a nine-clawed golden dragon that charged toward Qin Feng.

In the world of Shrouding the Heavens, the Grass Sword Technique is a treasured technique at the Immortal King level, consuming a great deal of energy. Even an Extreme Dao Emperor would find it difficult to use it repeatedly, let alone Qin Feng, who is only a Quasi-Emperor.

But Qin Feng remained calm. He believed that Qin Shi, Qin Ming, Qin Qiong, and Qin Ze would not let him down.

Of the four, Qin Shi and Qin Ze had to take care of the main force and hold the line, so they did not arrive.

A loud shout rang out: "You scoundrel, how dare you harm my second brother!"

A burly figure appeared atop the golden dragon's head, like the sun descending from the heavens. His fiery red fists struck the top of the golden dragon's head like a sudden storm.

Seeing this, Dongwanggong felt heartbroken and struck out with his palm, intending to knock Qin Ming off the top of the golden dragon's head.

Unexpectedly, a burly man clad in light gold armor and wielding a purplish-black spear suddenly burst forth from the void, aiming straight for his chest.

Before Dong Wanggong could think, he quickly changed direction and thrust his palm forward.

Looking at the massive, pure yang palm before him, Qin Qiong's lips curled into a disdainful smile: "A mere trick, yet you dare to show off in front of me? Die!"

Qin Qiong, wielding his spear, swept it fiercely, and a true dragon flew out from the spearhead, instantly piercing through Dong Wanggong's Pure Yang Palm. The dragon's momentum continued unabated as it charged towards Dong Wanggong.

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