Chapter 42: Slash of the Dao Sword VS Tiger Soul Knife (Part 1)
Cutting Path Sword VS Tiger Soul Knife (1) Seeking recommendations and collections, everyone's help
The heavens and the earth were opened, and the clear and turbid qi separated. The heavens and the earth took shape, with the turbid qi forming the great earth and the clear qi forming the sky. The vast sky was divided into thirty-three layers, each layer being a small thousand-world.
However, the Great Power of Chaos has yet to find a way into the Thirty-Three Heavens.
This meeting is of extraordinary significance, and the choice of venue is naturally very important. Moreover, with the three tribes of Honghuang being mutually suspicious, it's impossible to hold a meeting within each other's territory.
So the final decision was made, and the location was set at the lowest level of the 33rd Heaven in the Primordial Chaos.
Although no entrance was found, many quasi-saints of the three clans joined forces to open a temporary passage.
Although it is the lowest level of the thirty-three heavens, and although I have never seen the other thirty-two heavens, the situation here is indeed different from others.
It is indeed a world formed by clear air, the entire small universe is composed of auspicious clouds, white, tricolored, and five-colored, floating in the sky, breathtakingly beautiful.
Even the continents, islands, rivers and lakes in the small world of Qian are supported by clouds and float in the sky.
The venue of the gathering of the three clans is on a continent supported by a nine-colored auspicious cloud in the center of this world.
On the mainland, a palace stands tall, with no guards outside. In fact, there is no need for guards. The person sitting inside can be said to be the most powerful figure in the entire Honghuang. Who dares to provoke the tiger?
On the grand hall, a triangular conference table was set up with tea cups, fruit wine and various rare and precious spiritual fruits. Each of the three tribes sat in one direction.
On one side sat the Scales Tribe, with Tian Long of the Dragon Tribe sitting in the middle, Huang Long and Shen Long sitting on either side, and the eighteen elders of the Dragon Tribe's Heavenly Gaze sitting behind them.
On one side sat the Avian Tribe, with two elderly ancestors of the Avian Tribe present, Feng Zu and Zhu Que. Behind them were seated twenty elder-level figures.
Finally, the Beast Tribe arrived, and they also brought two old ancestors. One was the Qilin Tribe's Lin Zu, and the other was the White Tiger of the West. Behind them were twenty elder-level figures. Shen Long took a slight notice of the White Tiger. After all, this guy was the father of Xiao Baihu, the Western Queen Mother, although he didn't know it now, but in the future, they would inevitably have dealings with each other.
The three tribes all left only one elder to sit at home, showing the importance of this meeting. Shen Long found that the ones sitting at home in the three tribes were all women, the Dragon Clan's Dragon Ancestor, the Phoenix Clan's Phoenix Ancestor, and the Qilin Clan's Qilin Ancestor. It seems that since the Honghuang era, men have been taking charge outside while women have been taking charge inside.
In the three tribes, each of the elderly ancestors is basically a quasi-sage in the later period, while the elders sitting behind are all quasi-sages from the early to middle periods, and overall, the three tribes are evenly matched.
Everyone sat down and introduced themselves before starting to discuss the incident. After all, it was a big deal with many casualties, so everyone couldn't help but take it seriously.
However, the three tribes' ancestors did not speak, but the elders behind them were chattering non-stop. Many of the elders had participated in this treasure-snatching action, and everyone's eyes grew red with anger when they saw their enemies. At first, they restrained themselves because of the ancestors' presence, but as they argued to the point of flushed faces and thick necks, forgetting themselves in the heat of the moment, who still remembered that the ancestors were standing beside them? Among the many elders in the tribe, who was not a supreme being, and who would submit to whom? If the younger generation saw this, their eyes would surely pop out.
The old men were arguing heatedly, almost to the point of rolling up their sleeves and debating with each other why the flowers had become so red.
The Dragon Clan's Tianlong and Huanglong furrowed their brows, thinking about the intelligence Shen Long had brought earlier. However, Shen Long discovered the Vermilion Bird in the Phoenix Clan, looking at her adorable appearance, raising an eyebrow and teasing her. Feng Zu and Lin Zu were both watching the many elders engaging in a war of words with great interest, occasionally taking a sip of wine, with an air of pointing to the world. Finally, the Western White Tiger's face was bright red, as if he had constipation, but looking at the fluctuations of the aura around him, it seemed that he was about to erupt.
Sure, here is the translation:
As expected, a tiger's roar echoed through, shaking the palace and causing the cups and wine bottles on the conference table to shatter. The elderly officials rushed forward to protect their ancestors.
"Hu Zu, what do you mean by this?" Lin Zu was drinking wine when the White Tiger of the West let out a mighty roar, shattering the cup in his hand. He raised an eyebrow and asked.
"Hmph, this time is to settle the matter, but what are you doing? If you want to fight, then fight, why so much nonsense?" Hu Zu let out a cold hum, emitting a killing aura from his body, gripping a large knife in his hand, with a fierce expression, as if he was about to chop someone at any moment.
"Hey, bad egg Shen Long, this big tiger is really scary." Zhu Que didn't have any of the dignity of a late-stage Saint at all, and stuck out her tongue at Shen Long before transmitting her voice.
"Heh heh, yeah." Shen Long could say whatever he wanted, but she was still her own cheap old Tai Shan, even if he didn't know it, and it was better not to provoke him.
But things are unpredictable, Shen Long didn't want to provoke his father-in-law, but the other party was unwilling. The white tiger with a face full of killing intent held a large knife and said to the scaly tribe with a face full of killing intent:
"You are the ancestors of the Dragon Clan, I've long wanted to see your Tiger Soul Knife."
The great sword shook violently, emitting a series of tiger roars, as if urging its master to draw it out. A wave of intimidation spread out, causing the elders of the dragon tribe to tremble all over their bodies.
"Hmph!" Huang Long stood up, letting out a cold hum, his voice carrying a hint of power. The pressure from the Dragon Clan's elder dissipated instantly, and they all looked ashamed as they bowed to the Three Ancestors of the Dragon Clan before retreating.
Huang Long and Hu Zu were both cultivating the Golden Path, and they had both cultivated the Killing Path through the Golden Path. The two of them faced each other, competing in aura, their auras colliding, producing loud cracking sounds in mid-air.
The two onlookers of the Phoenix tribe, Zhu Que is really watching the excitement, while Feng Zu is gloating over others' misfortunes, fearing that the world would not be in chaos. It's better for the Scale Armor tribe and the Beast tribe to start fighting, so the Avian tribe can still reap some benefits from the situation.
Lin Zu's face wore a smile, and since the last three-clan confrontation loss, he also wanted to feel out the bottom line of the Dragon Clan. So when Hu Zu targeted the Dragon Clan, he didn't stop him either. Tian Long's face was expressionless, as if he didn't care, but Shen Long's face was bitter, torn between his father-in-law and brother.
"Xiaolong, what's wrong with your face?" Zhuque transmitted to Shenlong, who was enthusiastically watching the play with a curious expression.
"It's nothing, I'm fine." Shen Long responded with a smile that was even uglier than crying.
"Heh heh, none, not even a little bit." Zhu Que was amused.
"Aaaa~~~~~~~~~~""Yeee~~~~~~~~~~~~"
At this moment, a dragon's roar and a tiger's howl, Huang Long and Hu Zu, one holding a sword and the other grasping a knife, both carrying overwhelming murderous energy, killing intent, and oppressive aura, were about to collide with each other.
Shen Long's eyes looked bad, the Purple Gold Intent shook, a clear and melodious sword hum was emitted, and a purple gold light shot towards the place where the two collided.
The conference room was already in a mess, but everyone was a quasi-saint with great power, protecting themselves with shields. However, the palace wasn't so lucky and was directly damaged into fragments. Everyone stood on the open ground.
Hu Zu's knife light formed a ferocious white tiger, Huang Long's sword light formed a giant dragon with its teeth and claws bared. The two fierce beasts each let out a roar, glaring at each other with malice, looking like they were about to collide.
The elderly and seniors around, with different expressions, each having their own thoughts, watching the two beasts colliding, with anticipation, worry, fortune, and misfortune.
"Ahhh~~~~" A sword hum, a flash of purple gold light, and just as the two ferocious beasts were about to collide, a black hole suddenly appeared in mid-air, sucking both beasts into it.
"Huh." The crowd gasped in surprise, looking at Shen Long.
"Big brother." Huang Long called out to Shen Long.
"A loud roar~~~~~~" A white tiger looked at Shen Long, its eyes filled with endless fighting spirit, and slashed down at him.
Another fierce tiger burst out of the White Tiger's Tiger Soul Knife's blade light, pouncing towards Shen Long, this tiger was even more ferocious than before.
"Alas!" Shen Long sighed, and the Purple Gold Ruyi transformed into a purple gold sword, which was exactly Shen Long's Zhan Dao sword.
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