Chapter 993: Chapter 538: The Final Battle Begins! Pacifying Internal Troubles Before Expelling External Threats! Daoist Venerable Showdown? (2)

The Void Beast spoke, looking at the unmoved expression of the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable, and could not help but laugh heartily,

"Disciples of the True Martial Sect, all died at our hands, even a death is worth it!"

On their escape route, they unexpectedly encountered the returning Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable, inevitably engaging in a fight. However, how could they possibly be the opponents of the already ascended Daoist Venerable? In just a short moment, they were almost all killed or severely injured, leaving only this Void Beast with past grievances against the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable.

The conditions for the True Martial Sect to recruit disciples are extremely strict. It can be said that even an Outer Disciple is an outstanding figure in the outside world, but in his perception, he directly exterminated all the True Disciples of the True Martial Sect. This is absolutely devastating for the True Martial Sect, creating a scene of a gap between the old and new generations.

He wanted to see the anger of the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable because of this.

But what he saw was a smile on the face of the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable.

"Those were puppets refined by the Heavenly Puppet Sect. Just during the refining process, some of my sect’s disciples’ essence blood was added."

"Without these puppets, how could you be so complacent, thinking you’ve succeeded, and delivered the message to the Demon Race?"

The smile on Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable’s face grew stronger.

The Void Beast was first stunned, then suddenly realized and was greatly shocked.

Those were puppets?

In other words, the Human Clan had long known they would take this opportunity to wreak havoc in the heart of the Human Clan, thus countering their schemes and letting them in, letting them deliver the message to the Demon Race. They didn’t have bad luck running into the returning Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable; the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable was waiting for them all along.

Not only did they sacrifice their lives with the signal they transmitted, but they also buried the Demon Race’s main army.

This was a complete trap!

His eyes were filled with regret.

He wanted to flee immediately and spread the message.

But at this moment, how could he be a match for the Purple Extreme Daoist Venerable?

With just a flip of the hand, it was like the heavens and earth pressing down, his blood essence and soul were all extinguished.

...

"This is a trap, a plot against our Demon Race!"

Within the Demon Race, fierce arguments erupted.

Many strong figures had already keenly sensed something wrong and wanted to sound the retreat, preserving the living force of the Demon Race, holding the line at the Endless Sea, and plotting again later.

But many strong figures gritted their teeth and insisted, bluntly stating that the current morale of the Demon Race had dimmed to the brink of explosion at any moment. It was hard to forcefully gather some morale under the guise of a surprise attack. If they withdrew at this moment, the Demon Race’s army truly might fall apart.

Even knowing it’s a trap ahead, they had to step in.

To see whether this hole was larger, or the wheels of the chariot carrying the Demon Monarch’s main forces were larger.

"We can only fight, fight to the death without retreating!"

A Demon Venerable spoke, with a heavy aura flickering, intending to strike and break the Human Clan’s defense.

But before he could move, an aura representing extreme sharpness locked onto him.

It was a strong expert from the Hidden Sword Sect, with a longsword in hand capable of piercing the sky.

Boom, boom, boom!!!

War drums thundered, thousands of the Demon Race charged at the front, among them not lacking in transformation, even strong in the Demon Monarch Realm.

"True Martial members, for the Sect, for the Great Cause of the Human Clan, kill!"

A majestic voice resounded.

A young man appeared on the frontline, raising his arm and shouting.

This person was precisely Lu Chong, the senior brother of the True Martial Sect, Daoist Monarch Dayuan.

He suffered extremely severe injuries in the Demon Sect relics, injuring his origin. Though he did not fall below the Vientiane Daoist Monarch’s realm, he spent this period healing, delaying his cultivation.

Nonetheless, it did not affect his status in the hearts of the True Martial Sect disciples.

This was the senior brother of the True Martial Sect, second only to Daoist Monarch Taixuan.

True Martial Sect disciples took the field! 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

This was the first time since the beginning of the racial war that the Eight Great Sects or the strongest race’s disciples mobilized entirely, marking a new level in the war between the two races, beginning to compare their depths.

"Foul beast, take my punch!"

The speaker was Luo Jun, a True Disciple of the True Martial Sect. During the encirclement and slaughter of the True Martial Sect disciples by the Demon Race and Demon Sect, he forcibly broke through to the Vientiane Daoist Monarch. His recovery was fortunately good, now having broken through to the Daoist Monarch Realm, with three Great Dao Embryos manifesting behind him, his eyes blood-red, slaughtering in the Demon Race’s army, sending blood and severed limbs flying.

Each disciple of the True Martial Sect was a master of slaughter, particularly the True Disciples, some of whom had embarked on the path of the Power Dao, their iron fists terrifying the Demon Race.

In the Ancient Demon Sect Relics, many of their brothers and elders perished at the hands of the Demon Race and Demon Sect. Were it not for Daoist Monarch Taixuan Jiang Shu’s intervention to turn the tide, the hope for the future of the Human Clan might have perished in the Demon Sect relics. This hatred was deeply engraved in their blood and bones, never to be forgotten, until the Demon Race’s extinction.

"True Martial brothers and sisters, do not forget us!"

Elegantly dressed disciples of the Dan Fu Sect consumed elixirs, using an endless array of talismans and great arrays, coordinating with the True Martial disciples, fighting out a path in the world.

Flying swords hummed, the stars shifted, Dao sounds reverberated...

The Eight Great Sects’ disciples all appeared, having once been filled with sectarian views and frequent friction among themselves. After the Ancient Demon Sect Relics and battlefield fighting during this period, those frictions had long since disappeared.

A longsword filled with a bloody aura appeared in mid-air, the Heaven-Reaching Divine Sword linking five Great Dao Embryos, with a chilling light reflecting the world. Wherever the sword peak pointed, hundreds of demons perished, directly targeting a Nine-tailed Fox in the early Demon Monarch stage. The sound of breaking through the void was unending, and the immense slaughter pressure pressed down, crushing the weaker demons below into dust.

This person was none other than Zong Yue, the former top prodigy of the Eight Great Sects.

In the past, he was defeated by Qiu Taoguang and had to flee in disgrace, later witnessing the so-called number one of the Demon Sect die at the hands of Jiang Shu. Although his status remained in the sect, the surrounding voices were ever-present.

Today was the decisive battle between the Human and Demon races and also the best chance for him to rectify his Dao Heart.

He harbored thoughts of invincibility but had to admit that Jiang Taixuan surpassed him by far. Had he gone to the Chaotic Demon Sea, let alone annihilating hundreds of thousands of Demon Race soldiers and destroying dozens of Demon Race cities, surviving the pursuit of the Demon Venerable Avatar and even injuring it, he would have perished under the hand of the Black Dragon Demon Lord.

Initially, he was certainly motivated by disgrace to strive and compete for the top position of the Eight Great Sects with Jiang Shu.

But as time passed, he somewhat helplessly realized that Jiang Shu’s realm was advancing at a rapid pace, and it seemed he couldn’t catch up anymore.

No need to compete, no need to compete.

There is self’s own path.

The Supreme Slaughter Sword fell, announcing the re-emergence of this peerless prodigy to the world, declaring the might of Daoist Monarch Qingtian to the world.

Seeing the Eight Great Sect disciples’ appearance, the strongest races among the Demon Race pressured the Demon Sect to reveal their foundations, sending True Disciples to fight together.

Only the elders of the Beast Taming Sect unexpectedly found that the coordination between the elders and disciples of the other sects was very harmonious, clearly having rehearsed many times, only themselves seemingly excluded. Not only that, as soon as they made any unusual movements, they were instantly discovered, appearing to have intentions of making a move.

Seeing this situation, they naturally realized that their betrayal of the Human Clan had been discovered. They wanted to attack their Human Clan comrades recklessly, but the other elders and True Disciples would unleash their strongest Divine Skills, immediately suppressing and killing them on the spot.

"I didn’t expect that you all would come after all."

On a large island, within the Great Hall, the sect leader of the Beast Taming Sect spoke calmly, clearly having anticipated this day, his gaze directed at the other Supreme Sect Leaders.

Before the Great Hall, the white-haired, white-browed sect leader of the Heavenly Puppet Sect looked at him, the smile on his face still present but a coldness spreading.

"Ten Thousand Spirits Daoist Venerable, surrender today, and for the sake of past relations, we will spare your life for now. After the war ends, the Human Clan will naturally cleanse its ranks."