novelQualification to be Tyrannical
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Sagely music resounded in the surroundings. The loud sagely music compelled the thirteen strands of golden sword Qi to merge and form a huge sword Qi covered in countless divine scripts.
The huge sword Qi possessed a startling aura as if it could even tear through space as it flew over. The divine scripts flowing on it forcefully held the sword Qi together, making it very stable and solid.
The Fiend Race youths all leaped into the air, not daring to clash head-on against the sword Qi formed by thirteen people.
The Fiend Race youths all had a sixty percent chance of defeating these thirteen Deity Race cultivators one-on-one. But with them now working together, how could they dare to clash with them?
Only the grandson of the Peacock Sovereign, Kong Yuan, did not leap into the air. Rage appeared on his face as the Heavenly Sage Laws behind him turned into many hundred-meter-long peacock feathers.
The purple feathers flickered with a crystalline purple light, like a peacock's spread tail, looking very beautiful. He stretched his hand out, and a resonant peacock cry resounded.
Space trembled, and the divine scripts on the huge sword Qi attenuated, starting to break bit by bit.
Kong Yuan extended his hand forward, and the spread peacock tail behind him released a bright light. With one palm strike, he shattered the huge sword Qi with divine scripts.
The peacock tail behind Kong Yuan did not disappear. He revealed a sullen expression as he looked at that white-haired Deity Race man and demanded, "Di Wuque, what do you mean by this? Are you trying to eradicate us?"
The white-haired Deity Race man, Di Wuque, seemed somewhat surprised as he said, "Not bad. It seems like you already reached the peak of half-Sage. You can stay."
The other Fiend cultivators in the air were all very upset. The one with the worst temper, Tu Ze, cursed, "Screw your mother! Di Wuque, do you think you are not merely a Divine Son but some absolute Divine Sovereign?"
Right after Tu Ze said that, he wanted to charge down.
Di Wuque looked up slightly and swept his cold gaze across. Strong Mental Energy locked on to Tu Ze.
Feeling the vast energy encasing him, Tu Ze toned down his arrogance and stopped in midair, not daring to move.
"You can stay if you want. All you have to do is to receive the combined strike of my thirteen brave warriors."
Tu Ze was infuriated. Perhaps in a one-on-one fight, he would manage to defeat one of them after revealing his true form.
However, faced with the combined attack of thirteen Deity Race geniuses, could he survive? He had rushed over in anger, but when he saw Di Wuque's expression, he immediately surrendered; he now felt extremely depressed.
The Fiend Race geniuses were all indignant. They all clamored to fight it out with this group of people and cast pleading gazes at Kong Yuan.
However, Kong Yuan ignored them. He knew better than anyone else that the horrifying thirteen Deity Race geniuses in front were not the main problem. The truly problematic ones were the white-haired male and female who had not attacked yet.
The two of them were the Divine Son and Divine Daughter. They had already become famous all over the Kunlun Realm.
If these two people attacked together, Kong Yuan would not even be able to protect himself, getting all the Fiend Race chased out. Since Di Wuque did not send all of them out, naturally he would not say anything.
"Di Wuque, you better keep your word. I will receive this blow, " the Little Heavenly Monkey suddenly said to Di Wuque.
"Naturally, I will keep my word. When had I not?"
Di Wuque revealed a satisfied expression. As long as one person accepted his conditions, it would be fine. He did not want to see a situation where both sides ended up losing out as a result of fighting.
As long as one person accepted, the Fiends would fall in line.
Before the gazes of the other Fiend youths, the Little Heavenly Monkey forcefully took on this attack, surpassing the expectations of the others.
Although the Little Heavenly Monkey vomited blood in a sorry state, he was not hurt severely, suffering only minor injury.
A light flickered in the depths of Di Wuque's eyes. With one glance, he managed to make out that while the Little Heavenly Monkey's strength was not bad, Feng relied on a King Grade Secret Treasure within his body to receive that attack.
However, the Little Heavenly Monkey did not fall, so Di Wuque nodded to indicate that he could stay.
The other Fiend Race youths did not know the trick behind this. Another three people tried to forcefully receive the attack, but they all ended up severely injured and vomited. The more seriously wounded ones even had bones broken.
Defensive Sage Grade Secret Treasures were not of much use.
Such a result made the others suck in a breath of cold air. They no longer dared to object. In the end, only two people from the Fiend Race remained—the Peacock Sovereign's grandson, Kong Yuan, and the Little Heavenly Monkey, Feng.
Such a disturbance naturally attracted the attention of the other three races.
Xiao Chen did not stop cultivating, but he saw everything very clearly with his Spiritual Sense.
He had long heard about the strength of the Deity Race. Now, he finally saw it for himself. Without even moving, that Di Wuque managed to chase away eight Fiend Youths with a wave of his hand.
Di Wuque appeared decisive and tyrannical. However, the schemes he used were really excellent.
If Di Wuque had not managed the Fiend Race cultivators well and all of them revolted, he would have had difficulty dealing with the other races, which might even team up to oppose him. Clearly, that was not the result he sought.
The girl in a red dress from the Ghost Race, whom Xiao Chen had seen before, stretched her hand out and gathered the cultivators of her race behind her.
That girl's pale snowlike face appeared calm and not angry. Like before, she was startlingly beautiful.
"Di Wuque, what are you trying to do?" the girl in red asked calmly without any hint of anger.
Di Wuque's handsome face, which looked like a masterpiece of the gods, did not change. He replied, "I already said very clearly what I wanted. Evidently, the essence of this Heavenly Dew Divine Spring is limited.
"With such limited resources, it is obviously not normal for so many people to absorb them. Naturally, I have to chase some away."
The eyes of the girl in red wandered around. She said sullenly, "What you mean is everyone has to receive a combined blow from your thirteen people before they can stay?"
Di Wuque looked up and smiled coldly. It was like the light in his eyes could see through everything. He said, "I did not say that to you and your group. Those words were for the Fiend Race. Do you think that I am not familiar with your Ghost Race's and Corpse Race's abilities?
"The Yin Soldier Clone and the Heavenly Corpse Clone can help you block a fatal strike. The two of your races combined may keep only two people."
By the time Di Wuque finished speaking, his tone had become so cold that it did not have any signs of life in it.
"Both of your races cultivate the way of death. In this Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, there is no death energy for you to use. If you really want to, you can try fighting. However, I will not leave even those two spots for you."
Di Wuque spoke in a very tyrannical manner. Furthermore, he immediately pointed out the weakness of the two races, deterring the geniuses of those two races from displaying their resentment.
This person was very overbearing and not straightforwardly and courageously but connivingly. This kind of person was the most frightening.
After the Ghost Race and Corpse Race discussed for a while, they decided to give up in the end, leaving only Wang Can and Qing Cheng, the girl in red.
After dealing with the Ghost Race and Corpse Race, Di Wuque finally shifted his gaze to the last group, the humans.
The weaker cultivators of the human race could not help but get worried. Di Wuque had easily dealt with the Ghost Race, Corpse Race, and Fiend Race. Now that they were the lone remaining group, they felt enormous pressure.
Di Wuque glanced at the scared humans and smiled coldly to himself. Then he declared regally, "Aside from Yan Shisan and the three Holy Scions, the rest of you can scram."
When the three Holy Scions heard that, they could not help but release their bated breath in relief. In the end, this Di Wuque still feared them and did not dare to mess around.
When Shui Lingling saw the reactions of the three Holy Scions, she was speechless. The Corpse Race and the Ghost Race were limited by the environment, not daring to go all in.
The Fiend Race was the weakest group, and very individualistic. Di Wuque did not worry about them at all.
Humans did not suffer from any such restrictions here. Rather, their overall strength was the greatest.
As long as the three Holy Scions said something and they worked together, even if they could not defeat the Deity Race, they would be able to drag things out for four hours. That way, Di Wuque would give up because they would not be able to absorb the essence of the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring in peace.
However, at this moment, Di Wuque's casual words immediately curbed the three Holy Scions' fighting spirit.
Just when the rest were feeling indignant and extremely depressed, Yan Shisan suddenly stood up, and his lips curled up, revealing a mocking smile.
He waved his hand, and the Heavenly Ice Sword appeared in it. Smiling coldly, he said, "It is rare for the Divine Son to look up to me like that. However, the comings and goings of mine, Yan Shisan's, is not up to you to dictate."
After saying that, Yan Shisan drew his Heavenly Ice Sword. Just at half-draw, a berserk hurricane of black killing Qi already surged out.
At this instant, the killing Qi from the partial exposure of the sword eliminated a large portion of the vast lifeforce in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring.
The moment the sword came out, a black sword light left behind a trail as it swept out.
A cold light glinted on the Heavenly Ice Sword. The world behind Yan Shisan turned completely dark, utterly devoid of lifeforce.
The Rock of Origin under the depths of the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring seemed to have an inextinguishable lifeforce. However, Yan Shisan's sword appeared to temporarily cut off all lifeforce.
Even the golden spring water looked somewhat dull and lifeless.
The sword light continued to lengthen. This sword light was dense and pure, containing the will of massacre. Everywhere it passed, it extinguished all life, cutting a swath of darkness in the air.
The surrounding cultivators were all startled. They had not expected Yan Shisan's way of the killing sword to be so powerful when used with the Heavenly Ice Sword.
Di Wuque's expression changed only slightly as if he had expected this. He said softly, "Withdraw."
Lights appeared under the feet of the thirteen Deity Race youths preparing to attack, and they retreated quickly.
The white-haired girl beside Di Wuque leaped into the air and appeared in front. A golden light flashed on her forehead, and countless figures manifested behind her and knelt on the ground, singing songs of praise.
A holy light descended from above, encasing the white-haired girl and making her looked extraordinary, like she was a fairy.
"Divine Radiant Halberd!"
The white-haired girl pointed, and the Mental Energy in her sea of consciousness surged out, forming a divine halberd containing the will of light. This weapon clashed with the black sword light Yan Shisan sent out.
"Boom!"
The will of light and the will of massacre collided at this instant, and a golden pillar of water shot up a hundred meters into the air.
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