Centred around the five main peaks of Xianji Mountain, the Death Clan had constructed eight war fortresses in eight directions, all now embroiled in fierce battles.
Within Xianji Mountain, a death warship forged from holy bones lay concealed in the mist.
Several figures stood at the bow, peering through the fog, observing the battles outside.
Leading them was none other than the current master of Xianji Mountain—Lord Yuanmo Godson.
Flanking Lord Yuanmo Godson were six individuals, four men and two women, each exuding a terrifying aura, far from ordinary.
Without exception, they were all divine offspring, with profound cultivations, none of them weak.
The first person to Lord Yuanmo Godson’s left was slightly gaunt, sporting a pair of grey wings that emitted a rotting, deathly aura. This was Chixing Godson.
“Lord Yuanmo Godson, things seem to be going poorly over there. Are you certain Fire Slave and Commander He Yun can handle it?” Chixing Godson frowned slightly.
He noticed Lord Yuanmo Godson seemed overly calm, showing no reaction even to the death of a Death Grand General under his command.
For Godsons and Goddesses like them, though they commanded many strong subordinates, losses were not easily borne. Losing a few Death Generals was tolerable, but the fall of one or two Death Grand Generals would pain anyone.
For instance, Chixing Godson had nearly lost his mind when three Death Grand Generals under him perished previously.
Lord Yuanmo Godson remained remarkably composed, saying, “No need to worry. Zhang Ruochen can’t stir up much trouble. It’s that Fairy of a Hundred Flowers who I find somewhat troublesome.”
“Fairy of a Hundred Flowers? She’s only at the Path Domain Realm, her strength at best comparable to Commander He Yun. What’s troublesome about her?” Chixing Godson looked puzzled.
Lord Yuanmo Godson shook his head slightly, “You underestimate this Fairy of a Hundred Flowers. Her martial cultivation may not be exceptional, but her mental power is extraordinarily strong, likely not inferior to Ming Gu’s.”
At this, Chixing Godson and the other Godsons and Goddesses showed surprise. They hadn’t noticed this, but none doubted Lord Yuanmo Godson’s words.
Not only was Lord Yuanmo Godson’s martial cultivation formidable, but his mental power was also exceptional, leaving him with few weaknesses. Otherwise, he couldn’t be among the top ten Saint King Realm experts of the Death Clan, with few able to force him to unleash his full strength.
“Since the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers is so powerful, with her present, Fire Slave likely won’t be a match,” a tall Goddess, Mu Ling, frowned.
A Godson with four arms chuckled, “Goddess Mu Ling, no need to worry excessively. I’m sure Lord Yuanmo Godson has already devised a counterstrategy.”
A faint smile appeared in Lord Yuanmo Godson’s eyes, “Have you forgotten? Qiyang has long had his sights on the nine fairies of the *Nine Immortal Beauties Scroll*.”
“Qiyang is here?” Chixing Godson exclaimed in surprise.
Lord Yuanmo Godson nodded, “Yes. With Fairy Yuan appearing in the Northern Region, how could Qiyang not come?”
“Only beauties could pique Qiyang’s interest. With him here, this battle will be much easier for us,” Chixing Godson smiled.
Who was Qiyang?
He was, like Lord Yuanmo Godson, one of the top ten Saint King Realm experts of the Death Clan, his strength terrifyingly formidable.
He had a well-known penchant for collecting beauties from various races as his trophies.
Qiyang had long desired to claim the nine fairies of the *Nine Immortal Beauties Scroll* as part of his collection, but had never had the opportunity.
Suddenly, Lord Yuanmo Godson’s expression turned serious, “Soon, not only will Qiyang act, but we must also join the fray to face the Heavenly Court’s experts. Be cautious—don’t let yourselves fall to their hands carelessly.”
“Zhen Yuan is mine. The rest are up to you,” Chixing Godson’s eyes gleamed with intensity.
The four-armed Godson laughed, “Didn’t you suffer a loss against Zhen Yuan last time? Why not leave him to me?”
Chixing Godson turned, his voice cold, “Cheng Ku, mind your own business. Last time was just a test. Do you really think I’m afraid of Zhen Yuan?”
“Just talk, no need to get so serious. Zhen Yuan’s yours to deal with,” Cheng Ku Godson shrugged.
The relationships among these Godsons and Goddesses weren’t entirely harmonious, as their backing factions differed. Often, they took pleasure in seeing others falter.
The Hell Realm’s survival laws were brutal, with conflicts far more frequent than in the Heavenly Court.
Before the war fortress where Zhang Ruochen stood, a sudden gust roared, and a golden light appeared, transforming into a massive golden demonic bird.
Atop the bird stood a handsome man in golden armour, smiling broadly, his charisma striking.
From the moment he appeared, his gaze locked onto the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers, as if everyone else vanished, leaving only her in his world.
“Beautiful, truly beautiful. Worthy of the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers from the *Nine Immortal Beauties Scroll*, more radiant than any flower,” the man in golden armour said, his eyes glinting with greed.
He was none other than Qiyang, one of the Death Clan’s top Godsons, on par with Lord Yuanmo Godson.
Ji Fanchen lightly repelled Commander He Yun with a palm strike, then turned her gaze to Qiyang.
Seeing the look in Qiyang’s eyes, a flash of disgust crossed Ji Fanchen’s face.
Qiyang flew from the golden demonic bird, stopping ten zhang from Ji Fanchen, smiling, “I am Qiyang. I’ve long admired the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers and hold deep affection for you. Might you fulfil my heartfelt wish?”
“Qiyang, one of the Death Clan’s top ten Saint King Realm experts, sixth son of Lord Qitian, danger level ten, notorious for collecting beauties. This is trouble,” Ji Fanchen’s brows furrowed.
She had memorised intelligence on all formidable Godsons and Goddesses of the Hell Realm.
Those with a danger level of ten were, without exception, capable of rivalling or even defeating Immortal Great Saints, possessing terrifying combat prowess.
In the entire Hell Realm, such prodigies with a danger level of ten were exceedingly rare. Tribes like the Undying Blood Clan, Rakshasa Clan, and Asura Clan each had only a handful.
Rumour had it that the Hell Realm’s Saint King Realm had a Top Hundred List, cataloguing the most elite prodigies across its tribes.
All who made the list had a danger level of ten.
Blood Slaughter Godson, despite his dominance in Sword Tomb, ranked quite low on this list.
Qiyang, however, ranked in the top fifty, meaning his strength surpassed Blood Slaughter Godson’s.
“Hm? Qiyang is here too!”
On the warship, Xuanyuan Liekong’s brows furrowed slightly.
Before the battle, they had calculated everything, but Qiyang wasn’t part of their plans.
A top-tier expert like Qiyang could single-handedly sway the course of a battle.
Zhen Yuan’s gaze turned to Ji Fanchen, “Qiyang is likely here for the two fairies. As long as the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers can hold him off for a while, it won’t disrupt our plans too much.”
“Can the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers hold Qiyang?” Xuanyuan Liekong felt a twinge of concern.
Zhen Yuan said, “Junior Brother Zhang told me that in the Sword Tomb battle, the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers contributed greatly. And look at how composed she is now—she likely isn’t afraid of Qiyang.”
“Indeed, the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers could forcibly extract Black Flame General’s memories with her mental power. Her mental strength must be immense, giving her a chance against Qiyang. I’m more worried about Zhang Ruochen’s side,” Xuanyuan Liekong’s gaze shifted to Zhang Ruochen, a hint of worry in his eyes.
Zhen Yuan smiled, “Junior Brother Zhang is the heir of Space and Time. Even if he can’t win, he can certainly protect himself. No need to worry about him. Besides, breaking through the Death Clan’s second line of defence might well depend on him as the breakthrough point.”
“You have quite the confidence in him. It seems the Daoist sect is fully backing him,” Xuanyuan Liekong shook his head.
Zhen Yuan only smiled, saying nothing more.
“Zhen Yuan, fight me!”
At that moment, Chixing Godson’s roar echoed.
His grey wings flapped, unleashing torrents of deathly qi, as if billions of undead were emerging from the underworld.
Simultaneously, Lord Yuanmo Godson and the other five Godsons and Goddesses appeared, each radiating formidable auras, their deathly evil qi surging wildly, blotting out the sky.
“Well met, Yuanmo. I’ve been waiting for you,” Xuanyuan Liekong let out a long cry, his body radiating intense battle intent.
As the new-generation War God of the Wanxu Realm, his strength had been honed through countless battles, each making him stronger.
Undefeated in a thousand battles, unyielding in ten thousand, such was a War God.
Since arriving at the Northern Region Merit Battlefield, Xuanyuan Liekong had eagerly anticipated a grand battle with Lord Yuanmo Godson.
With his current strength, only fighting top-tier experts like Lord Yuanmo Godson could push him further.
Lord Yuanmo Godson stepped forward, the underworld spreading beneath his feet, deathly aura radiating in all directions, as if transforming the land into a realm of death, extinguishing all life.
“Xuanyuan Liekong, I’ve long wanted to fight you. Don’t disappoint me,” Lord Yuanmo Godson exuded powerful battle intent.
“Take my fist.”
Unwilling to waste words, Xuanyuan Liekong launched a direct attack.
He too used the God-King Heaven-Battling Fist, but its might far surpassed that of the Tu brothers.
To be precise, the Tu brothers practised a simplified version of the God-King Heaven-Battling Fist, merely a mid-tier Saint Art.
Xuanyuan Liekong, however, practised the complete God-King Heaven-Battling Fist, a genuine high-tier Saint Art.
In the Wanxu Realm, three versions of the God-King Heaven-Battling Fist circulated: low-tier, mid-tier, and high-tier Saint Arts.
Initially, Wanxu Realm cultivators practised the low-tier version to build a foundation, paving the way for mastering the mid-tier and high-tier versions.
Legend held that the true God-King Heaven-Battling Fist was a powerful divine ability, simplified by a supreme Great Saint into Saint Arts for the Wanxu Realm.
The high-tier Saint Art version was immensely powerful. Since its creation, few in the Saint King Realm had mastered it.
This alone showcased Xuanyuan Potian’s extraordinary talent, fully deserving the title of “War God.”
