Chapter Eighty: The Great Battle of Tongue City Begins; Sun Quan Passes Through the Eighteen Steps of the Troubled Immortal

  Not far from here, a mountain slope was witnessing a chaotic battle. The son of the lord of Baitou City was currently surrounded by several people. Don't get me wrong, these people were all pure-blooded Soul Clan members, they weren't puppets controlled by Sun Yuan, but rather native-born Soul Clan people.

  In the face of the Ghost Tribe's attitude, there have always been two opinions within the Soul Tribe. One advocates for war and is considered a Hawk faction power, while the other advocates for peace and is considered a Conservative faction power. These hawk factions are all young people, in our words, they are hot-blooded and impulsive, or can also be said to be radical youths.

  Sun Yuan just made a small plan, and these people were brought out. Through the arrangement of the puppet in the Soul Clan, they happened to come to this place at a certain moment, seemingly coincidentally encountering Young Master Shao. This time it was a collision between fire and earth, and as soon as both sides met, they started fighting without saying a word.

  Similar to these eagle factions, the lord of Batoru City is also an extreme nationalist, and this group of soul clans are also hot-blooded eagle faction forces. Therefore, this battle unfolded as soon as both sides met, and it started developing in a direction where neither side would give up until death. It can be said that both sides had the same idea in mind.

  The battle has been going on for half a day, and at this moment it seems to be evenly matched.

  Due to the influence of the yin tide, the power of the Soul Clan was somewhat affected. The cultivation of the Young City Master was very profound, so under the siege of more than a dozen Soul Clansmen, the Young City Master did not fall at a disadvantage for the time being. However, as the battle progressed, the situation seemed to have undergone some changes.

  The impact of the Yin tide on the Ghost tribe is gradually revealed, that is, in the Yin tide, the speed of the Ghost tribe's physical skills will be severely weakened. This is really fatal for the Ghost tribe, which mainly practices body training and close combat. The situation is gradually tilting towards the Soul tribe.

  Half an hour later, after being hit by several people in unison, the young city lord's face turned pale and he retreated a few steps, looking back with some tension, his face filled with anxiety.

  According to his estimate, his subordinates would catch up with him at most half an hour after discovering that he was gone. However, this time, for some reason, they still hadn't appeared until now. "It's really a case of not being able to succeed but being able to fail!" The young city master spat out a mouthful of saliva and gripped the long knife in his hand tightly.

  "Haha, brothers, our young master looks like he's in a bad situation! Let's show some mercy and send him to the afterlife!" At this time, the black-robed man was also severely injured. Originally, there were over ten of them, but now only five remained. One of them, who seemed to be the leader, sneered at the young master's expression and stepped forward, saying...

  "Hmph, the name 'Ghost Hand' is indeed renowned, but looking at you now, you're just ordinary. The young master sneered, fearlessly raising the long knife in his hand, saying "Don't think that just because the guards aren't here, I'm afraid of you. If I can kill ten of you, I can also kill fifteen of you. Those who aren't afraid to die, come at me."

  "My personal reputation and that of the entire Soul Clan are nothing compared to yours, so don't blame me for taking advantage of you, Young City Master." Ghost Hand let out a cold snort, waved his hand and summoned a skull, slowly exhaling a breath.

  "Hmph, easy to say, but you're just a nameless vagabond." The young city lord gripped the long knife in his hand tightly, gazing at Ghost Hand with a serious expression. Although he was somewhat disdainful in his heart, he couldn't help but admit that among these people, Ghost Hand posed the greatest threat to him.

  "Brothers, give me the upper hand. This time, as long as we take down this guy, our Soul Clan's position in the Tongue-Ripping Hell will undergo a drastic change. For the sake of the Soul Clan, even if we have to die a hundred times, it's worth it." Ghost Hand didn't hesitate any longer. Seeing Young City Master assume a defensive stance, he let out a loud shout and beckoned to the knife-wielding skull beside him. In an instant, his body merged with the skull's, and he unleashed the Summoner's final trick.

  "What a formidable power!" The young city lord's eyes narrowed, and he couldn't help but take a deep breath. This ghostly hand seemed to be going all out!

  And summon the spirit of the gods as one, although it can greatly increase the summoner's combat power, but there is also a huge aftereffect. After merging, the summoner's soul will be gradually eroded by the dark breath, and it will disappear in just a few days. In other words, only when the situation is desperate, the summoner will use this technique.

  "With you to accompany me in death, my Ghost Hand is satisfied!" The Ghost Hand murmured to himself, let out a roar, and charged forward. At this moment, after merging with his summoned creature Knife Bone Skull, he was no longer a ranged profession. The current Ghost Hand was a warrior, a warrior without any sense of pain.

  Witnessing Ghost Hand's achievement, the remaining four Soul Clans immediately became frenzied and took out their forbidden techniques, pouncing on him.

  Seeing this, the young city master's eyes turned stern, without a hint of fear, and instead charged forward, gritting his teeth and shouting "Don't think that only your Soul Clan knows how to fight to the death, my Ghost Clan can do it too! Watch my Flame Demon Transformation!"

  The young master gritted his teeth, and his true energy surged through his body. His body suddenly expanded to twice its size, his muscles bulging, and the hair on his body fell off in droves. At the same time, a faint flame aura erupted around his body.

  "Ao" a long whistle, the young city master's face showed an extremely painful expression. This Flame Demon Transformation was his family's secret technique, which could increase combat power by twice after casting, but its sequelae were also very strong. If the transformation time was within the limit, it would be impossible to use magic again within a year after the transformation, otherwise, it would inevitably lead to explosion and death. And if it exceeded the limit, then the sequelae would appear immediately after casting, even if not exploding, the cultivation would be greatly damaged, but it didn't need to wait until later.

  Facing the terrifying Flame Demon's transformation, Kishou showed no fear, his footsteps didn't stop for a moment. It could be said that he had lost all feeling, and after merging with the Skeleton of the Blade, he was left with only an icy killing intent. At this moment, even if it were the real Flame Demon, Kishou would not hesitate.

  As the shadow of Kishō and the giant Flame Demon merged together, a light "ting" sound was heard at the point of contact. It was the Skull of the Sword Bone and the transformed Shōchū that collided with each other. The sharp blades covering the Skull of the Sword Bone directly cut into the body of the Flame Demon-transformed Shōchū. However, the Flame Demon-transformed Shōchū was no longer concerned about this attack. He immediately countered with a heavy punch, sending the Skull of the Sword Bone stumbling back.

  Just as he was about to take advantage of the situation and launch a pursuit, the remaining four desperate Soul Clan members also rushed up, instantly entangling him. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Knife Bone Skull caught his breath and recovered once more, launching a new wave of attacks. The fierce battle resumed, with both sides resorting to forbidden techniques, each side staking everything on this one move!

  When Sun Yuan arrived at this place, both sides had been fighting for a long time. At this time, the knife bone skeleton transformed by Gui Shou had already been torn off half of its body by Shao Chengzhu, and the other four soul warriors had disappeared into thin air.

  The few city masters who managed to achieve this point had obviously paid a huge price. At this time, the flames around Yanmo's body had completely extinguished, and the terrifying wounds on his body were visible everywhere. One of his arms was torn off by someone, now it was broken at the shoulder, and his face was attacked terribly, now it was scratched beyond recognition. Except for a pair of eyes that still shot out cold light, the entire face had become a rotten flesh.

  "This battle is truly intense! It seems that only obsession can be the real driving force for humans!" Sun Yuan sighed in his heart as he looked at the two who were still locked in a fierce struggle.

  "You can go to hell!" The young master finally managed to subdue the Bone Knife Skull, and with a fierce punch, he smashed it into the opponent's head. This punch directly blew up the Bone Knife Skull's head, and its body, which was struggling frantically, suddenly stopped moving.

  "You dare to oppose me? You're looking for death!" The young city lord panted violently, raised the knife with a skull on its hilt, and sneered.

  But in an instant, the situation changed again. Amidst the young city master's hearty laughter, the knife-wielding skeleton arm, which had been motionless until then, suddenly stretched out and thrust forward with a blade that shone like a sharp razor, directly piercing the young city master's body.

  "You...!" The young master's eyes flashed with incredulity, and then a fierce punch was thrown out, directly sweeping the remaining half of the skeleton's body into fragments. Only then did the skeleton truly die.

  For this, the young city master paid a huge price. Although due to the Flame Demon's transformation, this knife was unable to stab into his vital parts, it still brought him enormous injury. It can be said that at this time he almost lost even the ability to walk. After taking this hit, the young city master had already reached the point of exhaustion. The scene in front of him kept changing and his field of vision gradually became blurry.

  "Heh heh, it's finally your turn to take the stage!" Seeing that things had turned out as he had hoped, Sun Yuan immediately picked up the unconscious young master and whispered something in his ear. Then, with a fierce motion, he flung him outwards, directly at the stunned Young City Master.

  The young master of Shao, who had just let out a sigh of relief, hadn't yet regained his composure when he felt the wind rushing behind him, clearly indicating that an enemy was approaching. His heart suddenly skipped a beat as he thought to himself "I'm done for!"

  At this time, it was a soul clan who had just practiced the law of power. The young city master was in a state that was difficult to resist at this time. For a while, the young city master's heart was filled with sorrow. However, he did not close his eyes and wait for death, but instead turned around fiercely and punched out. At this time, his Flame Demon Transformation had not been lifted, and there was still one punch of power left. The young city master who was sorrowful in his heart concentrated all his strength on this one punch, and the power of this punch can be imagined.

  Under Sun Yuan's secret observation, the young city master suddenly turned around and punched out, and the big prince who was flying in mid-air was instantly beaten into fragments, without even making a miserable cry, and disappeared into thin air.

  As the sudden enemy was easily shattered by himself, the young city master was stunned, standing still for a second or two, and then his expression relaxed, and he sat down with a thud. The Flame Demon transformation on his body also dissipated at the same time. However, before he could catch his breath, a noisy sound came from not far away, and soon a group of people turned up from the lower part of the mountain valley, facing the young city master, and both sides were stunned for a moment.

  Sun Yuan smiled slightly on the side, and it was the second young master who had arrived.

  The second son of the Soul Clan was different from his older brother, this time he brought several elite troops with him. At this moment, these elites were staring blankly at the scene in front of them, while the second son's face turned iron-gray as he held a head, which belonged to the eldest son.

  It just so happened that the young master's angry blow directly turned the eldest son into minced meat, but his head was intact and flew far away with the force of the blow, landing right in front of the second son who had just arrived, and was seen clearly by him!

  Although he was overjoyed in his heart, the second young master had to cover it up in front of everyone and show his indignation at the death of his elder brother. Moreover, the young city lord in front of him was also a great temptation to him. It can be said that the second young master was indeed a hawkish person!

  After being stunned for a moment, the Second Young Master came to his senses. Without saying another word, the Second Young Master waved his hand and a group of elite guards suddenly attacked, while the dumbfounded Young City Lord could only admit defeat, and before he even opened his mouth, he was torn apart by a group of enraged Soul Clan members.

  At this time, the guards of the young city lord who had passed through the heavy obstacles set by Sun Yuan and arrived at this place just saw this scene. Thinking that their lives were already linked to the young city lord, the guards suddenly became furious and charged towards the second prince's team.

  The Second Master was not a fool either, seeing that he wasn't the opponent's match, immediately gave up searching for the mysterious beast and instead shouted out loud, turning to sprint towards Tongue-Pulling City. The ghost tribe guards, with their eyes reddened, naturally wouldn't let them leave, immediately chasing after them. Thus, Sun Yuan thoroughly ignited this fuse, no one could have anticipated that this spark would bring a shocking massive explosion to the Tongue-Pulling Hell's gunpowder warehouse.

  As they saw both sides rushing away, Sun Yuan let out a sigh of relief. Today's plan seemed easy, but the difficulties and hardships within it only he knew.

  For countless years, apart from robbing people and cutting out their tongues, all his energy was put into this matter. It can be said that every detail of this plan has been designed and tested by Sun Yuan countless times, and the plan contains Sun Yuan's hard work for countless years.

  It has to be said that his twenty puppets played a crucial role in this plan, and the plan itself was executed almost perfectly after countless trials. Everything seemed to be going according to Sun Yuan's predictions, and the outcome did not disappoint him. The fire had already been ignited by him, and all that was left was to fan the flames. And this gust of wind, Sun Yuan had long prepared it in Baitou City. The final chapter of this plan would be concluded by the Guardian Ghost Tribe.

  The second prince led a group of elite guards to flee hastily, heading straight for the direction of Baitou City. However, what he didn't know was that waiting for him at the gate of Baitou City would be a disaster.

  When the second son arrived at Baitou City, due to the reason of the Yin tide, Baitou City was closed tightly. However, this did not count as anything in the heart of the second son. He immediately ordered someone to go forward and shout, asking the soldiers on the city wall to open the city gate.

  But right after that, a guard of the young master who was skilled in speed techniques also arrived at the gate of Baitu City. He immediately shouted loudly to let the guards on the city wall not open the city gate. Originally, this city gate should have been opened, but unfortunately, Sun Yuan had already anticipated this point. At this time, the guards on the city gate were unexpectedly all ghost tribe people, and the soul tribe people who should have been guarding the city gate were either busy or transferred away. For a while, the entire city gate fell under the control of the ghost tribe.

  After hearing the words of the Shao City Lord's guard, the ghost tribe guarding the city not only did not open the city gate, but also had ghosts descending from the sky to help the guards outside the city capture the Second Young Master. At this time, the pursuing troops in the rear had arrived, and the Second Young Master and his party were surrounded.

  At the critical moment, the second son and his party fought desperately, but in the end, two fists were no match for four hands. As they watched their guards fall one by one, the second son hesitated not at all to tear open the life-saving charm, a beam of spiritual light shot straight into the midst of the fierce battle.

  After a series of seemingly coincidental events, the Soul Clan's patriarch was currently accompanying the City Lord and his entourage on an inspection tour of Baitu City, discussing how to handle the recent sharp confrontation between the two clans. At this moment, the Soul Clan's patriarch discovered the lifesaving Lingguang letter outside the city gate. This spirit symbol had only been given to two people by him - one was his eldest son and the other was his second son.

  As long as it's near the Tongue-Pulling City, once this life-saving spiritual light is triggered, he will have a response. At this moment, seeing this pillar of light, the Soul Clan Patriarch couldn't help but change his face color, and without saying another word, he unfolded his body shape and shot towards the city gate direction. The Tongue-Pulling City Master and others, who felt that something was wrong, also followed up without saying a word.

  When they arrived, the second son of the Soul Clan was cut in half by a ghost clan with one knife, and this ghost clan was also hit by the Soul Clan's Yin Fire and turned into ashes.

  In the city master's stern voice, the chaos on site finally stopped. However, after both sides explained the situation, the Tongue-Pulling City Master and the Soul Clan Leader's faces turned gloomy. They didn't look at each other again, and immediately returned to their respective residences with their entourages. A shocking great war was thus successfully brewed.

  The next day, the conflict between the two ethnic groups became more intense, with killings taking place everywhere on the streets, alleys, homes and inns.

  On the third day, a legion in the hands of the Soul Clan, under the leadership of the Legion Commander, launched a surprise attack on a barracks of the Ghost Clan, killing countless ghosts inside, while the Soul Clan leader maintained a silent attitude towards this.

  On the fourth day, the counterattack of the demon clan arrived, and the war gradually escalated.

  On the fifth day, the entire city of Tongue-Town was divided into two parts, and a formal war began. Both sides used regular army corps to engage in street fighting within the ancient city walls of Tongue-Town.

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  The war continued, the hatred between the two tribes grew deeper and deeper. The elders of both tribes repeatedly intervened to mediate, but strangely, there was no result. In both tribes, big men kept dying, their contradictions accumulated more and more, gradually, the entire war spread throughout the entire domain of the Tongue-Pulling Hell, the war escalated.

  All this was the result of Sun Yuan's behind-the-scenes manipulation. Every time the war was about to stop, Sun Yuan's hidden puppet would make a move, constantly stirring up emotions on both sides. No one knew how many years had passed, but after all these years, Sun Yuan finally gathered his tongue, and at this time, the Tongue-Pulling City was already in ruins, and the Tongue-Pulling Hell was officially divided into two parts.

  On this day, in the ruined square of Tongue-Pulling City, in front of the statue of Yan Wang, who had not received visitors for a long time, a man in black appeared. This man in black was Sun Yuan. On this day, he finally collected all the tongues needed for the magic plate. Now, the pointer on the magic plate finally pointed back to the twelve o'clock direction, and the magic plate could no longer hold another tongue.

  Standing in front of the dilapidated statue of Yan Wang, Sun Yuan felt a surge of emotions. The countless years of slaughter had honed his close combat skills to perfection. He had also narrowly escaped death several times during the war between the two tribes, and had faced pursuit by top-notch strongmen on multiple occasions. It could be said that his journey was fraught with danger, and he owed his survival to a combination of his own abilities and luck. Only Sun Yuan knew how difficult it was to have made it this far.

  Countless years have passed, and the emotions of the two clans have gradually stabilized. The high-level officials of both sides are conducting wave after wave of thorough investigations, and countless things from back then have been dug up. It seems that people have finally realized that there is a black hand behind this war, only they sensed it a bit late. By now, Sun Yuan has already gathered all the tongues.

  After a long sigh, Sun Yuan jumped onto Yan Wang's shoulder and placed the Wan Tong Fa Pan in Yan Wang's hands, which were clasped together at his chest. Suddenly, a bright light rose from the side of his arm, and a red button protruded out. At the same time, a grayish aura enveloped Sun Yuan's body.

  "It was him, the one I met in the Tongue-Pulling Temple that year! Come on, people, quickly surround the square and don't let him escape!" The second son of the city lord, Li, who had a past encounter with Sun Yuan at the Tongue-Pulling Temple, suddenly appeared on the square, followed by a sea of dark ghost soldiers.

  "Haha, not bad, we meet again! After all these years, you're finally as you wished, don't you quickly thank me!" Sun Yuan took a somewhat unexpected glance at this Second Master, confirming that he was indeed the ghostly emissary from the Tongue-Pulling Temple back then, and suddenly smiled.

  "It's really you, brother. Are they the ones you killed? Is all of this your design? What is your purpose?" The Second Master swiftly retreated to the Yama King statue, his face ashen.

  "Haha, I won't chat with you anymore. You'll know my purpose soon enough." Sun Yuan looked up and gazed into the distance, seeing countless powerful beings flying out of the city, a sea of black figures rushing towards the square like a tidal wave. "I won't say anything more. Who would have thought that the City Lord and the Soul Clan's Patriarch would join forces? It's truly astonishing!"

  The guards on the square retreated, and two middle-aged men walked out from among them. They were the true leaders of the two tribes. At this moment, they were staring at Sun Yuan with gloomy faces, their bodies radiating different auras.

  "Farewell, don't blame me, I'm also for freedom!" As soon as the opponent was about to take action, Sun Yuan pointed his finger at the red button, and the gray aura covering him flashed away. Immediately, Sun Yuan's entire body disappeared in front of everyone.

  As soon as his body had just disappeared, the entire statue of Yan Wang burst open, and the Patriarch of the Soul Clan flashed a sharp light in his eyes, but he put down the hand that was raised from his sleeve, sighed and said "Let him run away, good warning!"

  "Haha, it's fine this way. This person has a mysterious background, and we can't afford to offend them too much! Clan leader, let's end this war here! So many years have passed, those who were meant to die have died, and not a few of those who weren't supposed to die have also died. We should stop this war too." The city lord smiled slightly, but didn't seem to care at all.

  "Hmph! It's only to be expected, I suppose. With this war coming to an end, the Lord of the City will likely continue to reign safely for a long time to come. And those subordinates of yours who have been growing in strength are probably all dead by now, aren't they?" The Soul Clan leader sneered.

  "Our eldest brother doesn't mention second brother, who doesn't know that? I suppose those disobedient elders in your Soul Clan have all been eliminated too? Your position in the Soul Clan is also unshakeable now, isn't it?" The city master smiled slightly and said softly.

  "Hmph, we're not done yet, just you wait!" The Soul Clan's clan leader flicked his sleeve and strode away.

  "Who's the fool in this world, then!" The city master shook his head and walked away with big strides, and the entire Tongue-Ripping Hell returned to its tranquility.

  Sun Yuan only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and when he opened them again, the Tongue-Pulling Hell had already disappeared. He found himself back in front of the Xie Yue San Xing Cave, but this time he was inside the eighteen rings of light instead of outside. Now, the entrance to the cave was right in front of him.