The voice of the Azure Dragon shook the heavens and the earth.
"When have our Great Wilderness demonkin ever eaten humans?! The demonkin mingling in the Five Domains are evil cultivators! They want to take shortcuts by eating people. If you want to kill them, then kill them! When has the Great Wilderness demonkin ever taken out our anger on you for that?!"
The Azure Dragon's words were not just high-sounding rhetoric.
The Great Wilderness demonkin were like normal cultivators among martial artists, while the demons who infiltrated the Five Domains to eat people were like evil cultivators.
Normal demonkin would not increase their cultivation by eating humans.
You spoke up once again to negotiate.
"The Five Domains have already thoroughly investigated everyone involved in 'stealing eggs,' 'swapping eggs,' and 'refining Demon Yuan Pills.'
Currently, they are all imprisoned in the Sword Tomb Sky Prison of the Limitless Sword Sect. After the war, they will naturally be punished according to their crimes!
From now on, not a single Demon Yuan Pill will ever appear in the Five Domains again!
Today, all the factions of the Five Domains are here. We shall sign the 'Pact of Mutual Aid' and supervise each other!
If anyone violates it, their faction will be left to face the wrath of the Great Wilderness alone!
Azure Dragon, before this war of ours causes even greater losses, stop! Our enemies are not each other!"
Hearing your words, the Azure Dragon burst into maniacal laughter once more.
"It seems you also know of the existence of the Dragon-man race!
But what did you do?
You colluded with the Dragon-man race, provided them with hidden strongholds, sold out the human realm's intelligence, and helped them cover up the gaps in the world barrier!
The Demon Realm is already dead!
The Human Realm is our second home!
The demonkin will never watch the human traitors of the Five Domains hand over our second home to the Dragon-man race!"
Regarding the matter of "human traitors," you had also chatted with the Sword Master.
While visiting the major sects, the Sword Master not only uncovered the "egg-swapping incident" but also found clues regarding the Dragon-man race.
However, the clues were too sparse. He didn't discover which faction was directly connected to the Dragon-man race.
This was the cunningness of the Dragon-man race.
They did not cooperate with major factions.
It was always unrated sects like the Scarlet Heart Sect.
With the Sword Master's status, he simply didn't know anyone from minor factions.
Among those with a voice in the human race, whose status wasn't noble? Everyone liked to befriend "seniors" and "fellow Daoists." Who would have nothing better to do than deal with the "ants" in small sects?
Therefore, currently, the Sword Master and the others only knew that there was indeed a third-party race operating in the human realm for some time.
But as for what exactly they did and who helped them, there was basically no clue.
Mentioning the Dragon-man race seemed to awaken a hatred deep within their bloodlines.
The four great demon ancestors all let out angry, mournful cries.
Amidst the mountains, hundreds of thousands of demonkin were infected by this emotion and roared in unison.
For a time, the sound waves were like ocean waves, overlapping and surging, causing the mountains and rivers to lose their color, the flora to bow down, and the beasts to grovel!
The Azure Dragon's eyes spewed angry red light. Its dragon mouth opened wide, and purple lightning began to brew within.
"Three old friends, lend me a hand to break this array, kill Chen Yi, destroy the Demon Refining Pot, and charge straight into the Five Domains!!"
The Azure Dragon was coming right at you!
The Empress immediately shielded you behind her, raising her hand to summon a hundred-zhang incense dharma idol that looked exactly like her!
The Empress rebuked angrily, "Azure Dragon! I am your opponent!"
Li Chengqian swung his imperial sword, commanding the Central Plains army, "Press forward with the dragon banners! We absolutely cannot let the demonkin harm my benefactor!"
Chen Jing pulled ten whole roasted sheep from his spatial ring and swallowed them in three bites. His body rapidly expanded, making him look like a small giant!
"Fourth Brother! Step back! Let your big brother fight!!"
The Sword Master gently waved his hand, and a flying sword instantly appeared at your feet, ready to send you away.
"Since the situation is already beyond salvation, leave it to us."
Everyone was protecting you.
Even though the demon race would tremble more at the sight of you than a Martial Saint right now.
But you are ultimately only at the Spirit Condensation Realm.
The full-force strike of a Martial Saint-level entity is absolutely not something you can withstand.
But to everyone's surprise, this time, you chose to stand at the very front!
"The four great Demon Ancestors have joined forces; this will be their strongest strike! The demon race believes in the rule of the strong even more than the human race! If we can win against this move, the demon race will definitely reconsider a truce!"
You saw that the Empress, your big brother, the Sword Master, and the various Martial Saints all wore expressions of absolute resolve.
They were ready to lay down their lives.
The crowd informed you that once the four great demon races unleashed their bloodline powers, the Five Domains could only leave it to fate.
The implication was that they had no confidence in stopping it and could only do their best.
At this point, if these Martial Saints and Martial Kings clung to life and fled, the Five Domains would truly be beyond saving.
Besides, where could they run? The Great Wasteland was also demon territory.
Abandoning the Five Domains meant abandoning their only sanctuary.
"We can win! Everyone, use your strongest power to attack the Nine Provinces Cauldron!"
At this moment, you brought out your ultimate trump card.
A Great Dao Immortal Artifact!
"The Nine Provinces Cauldron?!"
The group of Martial Kings and Martial Saints was utterly shocked.
You had kept the Nine Provinces Cauldron hidden because you didn't want the Shen family to discover it and cause trouble for you.
But given today's situation, why would you still fear the Shen family!
If you lost, you would perish along with the Five Domains.
If you won, the Shen family? Would they dare harm the great savior of the Five Domains? Let's see who would agree to that!
Chen Jing laughed heartily.
"Hahaha! Oh, my Fourth Brother! You always manage to bring your big brother surprises!"
The Sword Master remained calm.
"Can the Nine Provinces Cauldron withstand all of our attacks? And what happens after we attack it?"
You shouted for your artifacts to come, and a myriad of immortal artifacts flew onto your body, completing an armor fusion.
Wearing your Lightning-Chasing Boots, you stepped into mid-air.
"Everyone, please believe in me! Attack the Nine Provinces Cauldron, and we will definitely win!!"
After eating peaches for many years, Da Chun's abilities as an artifact spirit had slowly recovered quite a bit.
The abilities of the Nine Provinces Cauldron had also grown.
The Martial Kings and Martial Saints of the Five Domains all heard your voice.
However, their eyes turned toward the four great Marshals.
What to do next had to be decided by these four who held command.
The Empress was the first to declare her stance. "Warriors of the Southern Border, attack the Nine Provinces Cauldron! Myriad Phases Divine Palm!"
The Empress struck first.
Her solemn, hundred-zhang dharma avatar gathered the power of countless incense offerings and slammed a palm onto the Nine Provinces Cauldron.
"Clang——"
A melodious ringing sound echoed across heaven and earth.
The Nine Provinces Cauldron remained completely unscathed; only layers of ripples spread across its surface, as if it had absorbed the Empress's attack.
Chen Jing then launched his attack. "Warriors of the Northern Realm, follow me and attack the Nine Provinces Cauldron! Ten Thousand Galloping Steeds!!"
[Chen Jing temporarily entered the Martial Saint state and stomped fiercely upon the earth. Countless phantoms of galloping steeds erupted around him, blotting out the clouds and the sun!]
[Ten thousand horses neighed as they trampled toward the heavens. The thundering of their hooves was deafening, and wherever they passed, the very fabric of space was fractured beneath their might!]

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