Chapter Twelve: The Great War of Three Clans

  More than a month had passed since the news came from Beihong, and Chulong indeed brought a large number of dragon tribe monks to attack. However, what Fengtian did not expect was that it was not only the dragon tribe, but also the Qilin tribe that attacked again, which made Fengtian feel somewhat caught off guard.

  "Ling Zu is truly detestable. If I had known he would unite with the Dragon Clan to launch a surprise attack, I shouldn't have let him off at the beginning. Even if it meant suffering heavy injuries, I should have killed him within the Phoenix Nirvana Great Array." Feng Tian was extremely enraged upon learning that the Qilin Clan was also attacking, but unfortunately, there's no medicine for regret in this world.

  "Now our Phoenix Clan's situation is worrying," said Bian Shang Minghe, "The Dragon Clan and Qilin Clan have come to attack with all their might this time. Apart from having two quasi-Saints and four Great Luo Golden Immortals, they also have twice as many Golden Immortal cultivators below us. Fortunately, three of the Qilin Clan's Great Luo Golden Immortals fell in the last great war, otherwise we would be facing even greater pressure this time."

  Feng Tian furrowed his brow and remained silent.

  "Brother Di Jiang, when we start fighting later, I hope you can take care of Bei Ming for me." Kun Peng whispered to Di Jiang from below.

  Di Jiang burst out laughing, "I think you'd better worry about yourself, you and Di Jun were severely injured by Lin Zu last time, now I'm afraid you can't even bring out one-tenth of your strength."

  Jade Emperor Jun heard this, his mouth twitched and he interrupted: "I and Kunpeng brother don't have your terrifying recovery speed. We were also hit by the Qilin seal, but after a month of rest, we're fine. I really don't know what kind of Primordial being you are."

  "Brother Di Jiang, don't worry about us. Next, I and Di Jun will directly head into the crowd of ordinary cultivators. There shouldn't be much danger." Kun Peng continued to say.

  Di Jiang furrowed his brow and thought for a moment, saying: "When the time comes to fight, it's not easy to control. Let Bei Ming follow you into the crowd of ordinary cultivators instead, also to protect you. As for the four Da Luo Golden Immortals opposite us, leave them to me and Huo Huang Ming He."

  "Three tens and four, but it's a bit dangerous." Kunpeng said worriedly.

  Di Jiang smiled, "Have you forgotten last time I defeated three with one blow? The strength of those few Da Luo Golden Immortals is still not in my eyes."

  After hearing Emperor Jiang say this, Kun Peng didn't speak again and seemed to agree with his arrangement.

  "This is it, I don't know if the Phoenix Clan can stop Zhu Long and Lin Zu." Emperor Jun added.

  "What are you talking about?" At this time, Beiming walked over from the side.

  Kunpeng stood up and welcomed him. "Nothing much to chat about, just discussing some things about the next big war."

  "Is that so." Beiming changed his usual demeanor and said apologetically: "Kunpeng, next time in the great war, I don't want to face off against the Dragon Clan's cultivators."

  Looking at Beiming's very difficult expression, Kunpeng smiled and nodded in understanding, "Then let's go with Emperor Jun together to the Qilin cultivator's side of the war defense."

  Dijiang and Dijun consciously walked a little further away, leaving them with more space for two people.

  At this time, Zhu Long and Lin Zu had led their clansmen to fly up, and the two sides' cultivators were arrayed against each other on Nan Ming Fire Mountain.

  Feng Tian also stepped forward at this time, shouting loudly, "Zhu Long, you brought thousands of cultivators here to let them die in vain? Don't you fear the consequences of karma and the weight of your sins?"

  "It was you who kidnapped my nine sons first, which led to this great war. The causal karma of the devastating consequences should be borne by you alone." Candle Dragon transformed into a clever middle-aged man and sneered at Feng Tian.

  "Haha, I thought you were known for being astute, but it turns out you're just as arrogant and deceitful as Lin Zu. You're actually quite similar to that idiot." Feng Tian's heart burned with anger when Zhu Long mentioned the nine sons of the dragon tribe. He had already done something wrong, but what really got his goat was that he wasn't even the one who did it, yet he still had to take the blame.

  Lin Zu, who had been silent all along, saw Feng Tian scolding himself as a fool and was furious in his heart.

  "You're saying that the Qilin princess wasn't killed by you, and the nine sons of Candle Dragon weren't taken away by you either? Haha, what a joke." The Qilin ancestor sneered.

  "Alright, alright, no need to say more, let's wait until the war is over and our karma is revealed. Then we'll see who has the most karma, and the truth will be clear."

  After finishing speaking, he didn't wait for Candle Dragon Lin Zu to respond. He threw out the Phoenix Feather and instantly formed the Phoenix Nirvana Great Array. He also drilled into it himself, shouting loudly: "Candle Dragon Lin Zu, do you dare enter the array and fight me?"

  Zhu Long and Lin Zu were both proud and arrogant, and did not consider the advantages of Feng Zu in the formation. Zhu Long had the treasure of the dragon pearl on his head, while Lin Zu held the Qilin seal in his hand, and they both stepped into the formation together.

  Jian Zhu Long Lin Zu Jin Zhen, Feng Tian Ming Xian Yi Song, Xin Zhong An Xiao Zhe Liang Ren Tai Guo Zi Da.

  English Translation:

  Seeing Candle Dragon Lin's ancestor advancing in formation, the phoenix heaven is clear and bright, secretly laughing at these two being too arrogant.

  "But it's just a small array, do you think you can use this to entangle the two of us?" Chulong entered the array, and the Dragon Pearl descended with tens of thousands of brilliant lights. The flames within the Phoenix Nirvana Great Array couldn't harm him in the slightest, and he couldn't help but sneer.

  Feng Tian was also not annoyed, and slowly took out an object from his hand. With the appearance of this object, the flames of the Phoenix Nirvana Great Array suddenly became fierce, its power increasing by more than tenfold.

  "Southern Departed Flame Light Flag!" Zhu Long was somewhat surprised. "You really are hiding deeply enough."

  "Hmph, it's just a top-grade innate spiritual treasure, no need to be so shocked." Lin Zu sneered and took the lead in attacking Feng Tian. Zhu Long also didn't waste any more time and attacked Feng Tian as well. The three of them instantly clashed together. At this moment, Feng Tian had an array formation to assist him, and he also had the Li Di Yan Guang flag in his hand, so for a while, he wasn't at a disadvantage either.

  As Feng Tian's three people fought together in a melee, the three tribes' cultivators also began to fight as one.

  "Try not to kill cultivators with good karma." After Emperor Jiang threw out these words, he proactively went to meet the two great Luojin Immortals of the Dragon Clan, while Huo Feng Minghe welcomed the remaining two great Luojin Immortals.

  Kunpeng and others didn't know if they heard Emperor Jiang's last sentence, and they all rushed into the Qilin tribe cultivators.

  The two people who were fighting with Emperor Jiang in a chaotic manner were only at the early stage of Daluo Jinxian, and they didn't have any good spiritual treasures on them. Emperor Jiang was able to fight against them without any pressure. What surprised Emperor Jiang, however, was that these two people actually had some merits on their bodies, making it difficult for him to kill them.

  Compared to Emperor Jiang's astonishment, the two of them were even more shocked. They did not expect that this unremarkable cultivator in front of them could actually suppress their two Da Luo Golden Immortals!

  Di Jiang saw that they both had merits on their bodies, and couldn't help but curiously release his divine consciousness to investigate their true forms. This investigation was even more astonishing, as these two people were also famous figures of the later generations. One of them was actually a Yellow Dragon, who later became one of the twelve Golden Immortals under Yuanshi Tianzun. The other one was actually a Jiao Dragon, but he was later sworn brothers with Sun Wukong and became the Hailong Dajun, the Overlord of the Ocean, one of the Seven Great Sages.

  Upon seeing these two, Emperor Jiang had a plan in mind and no longer held back against them. His attack speed suddenly increased, and with just three or four moves, he knocked the two of them unconscious. Without even looking at them, he directly absorbed them into his body's Qian Kun Ding. These two would later have great use. Fortunately, the people around him were all in chaos, and no one noticed what was happening here.

  After Emperor Jiang dealt with the two of them, he went on to search for powerful cultivators everywhere and kill them. His killing method was clean and efficient, often directly punching a cultivator's head into explosion with one punch. As a result, over a million cultivators died at his hands, earning him a notorious reputation. Whenever dragon or qilin tribe cultivators saw Emperor Jiang approaching, they would flee in panic.

  The war has been going on for a month now, and the number of monks who joined the battle team exceeded 30 million. However, there are less than 10 million monks left on Nanming Volcano now, directly reduced by two-thirds.

  At this time, Feng Tian and Xuan Long also separated the victory and defeat. The Phoenix Nirvana Array was damaged, and Feng Tian ultimately failed to defeat two with one. Unfortunately, he fell in defeat. Fortunately, there is the Li Di Yan Guang flag protecting his body, and he has not been killed by Xuan Long and Lin Zu immediately. He is only seriously injured.

  "Haha, Feng Tian, if you know what's good for you, hand over my Jiu Zi quickly. Otherwise, I'll make sure the Phoenix Clan is destroyed today!" Zhu Long felt a great sense of satisfaction seeing Feng Tian severely injured.

  "You're the ancestor of the dragon tribe, but you only care about the safety of your nine sons and don't care about the lives or deaths of other tribesmen. How ridiculous! You don't even turn your head to see how many tribesmen are left." Feng Tian sneered at Zhu Long.

  The candle dragon hadn't even turned around to look, but Lin Zu had already taken a step forward to check. At this glance, his heart suddenly felt great sorrow. The Qilin tribe originally had nearly 10 million cultivators, but now there were less than 2 million left. This was all thanks to the blessings of Kunpeng Emperor Jun and Beiming's three people. Moreover, those cultivators were clearly blinded by killing intent, while Feng Tian's three people stopped fighting, they continued to slaughter each other.

  Di Jiang killed another Qilin tribe monk, but happened to be seen by Lin Zu. With new and old hatred, Lin Zu didn't care about the injured Feng Tian, and directly went to kill Di Jiang.

  "Emperor Jiang's little ones, come and take our lives!"

  Emperor Jiang saw Lin Zu suddenly attack, and was greatly shocked. He transformed into a bird shape again and flew away with a whooshing sound. It turns out that this space law is really useful, killing people and escaping are all effortless. Lin Zu chased after him relentlessly, but his speed was indeed no match for Emperor Jiang's. Emperor Jiang didn't fly far, instead he circled around the Nanming Volcano, making Lin Zu so angry that he jumped up and down in rage.

  Xian Lin Zu chased after Emperor Jiang and ran, while Zhu Long also came back to his senses, checking on his own tribe members. They were equally shocked and dismayed. Out of 10 million tribe members, only 3 million remained, which was slightly better than the Qilin tribe. Four of the Da Luo Golden Immortals had gone missing, with the other two severely injured. What Zhu Long found most unacceptable was that the Feng tribe still had 5 million cultivators left, more than the combined number of the Dragon and Qilin tribes, and not a single Da Luo Golden Immortal had fallen.

  Just as Zhu Long was checking on his clansmen, he suddenly discovered Bei Ming, who was protecting Kun Peng and Emperor Jun in the Qilin clan's massacre. A sense of anger at being betrayed instantly filled his mind, and the negative emotions in his heart found an outlet for release. At first, he thought Bei Ming's disappearance was also caused by Feng Tian, but unexpectedly, it was actually her own betrayal.

  "Does Beiming still remember me?" Candle Dragon shouted loudly.

  "Ancestor Dragon, I..." Beiming saw the candle dragon shouting his own name, came back to his senses, felt guilty in his heart, and for a moment didn't know what to say.

  Emperor Jun of the Whale saw a candle dragon with an unfriendly face, and his heart cried out that something was wrong. He retreated to the side of the Qilin tribe's cultivators while taking a step forward, blocking Beiming behind him.

  "Remember that I'm good." Longwang said with a cruel smile, the dragon bead on his head quickly flew towards the three of them.

  Feng Tian wanted to help on one side, but unfortunately had a willing heart and no strength, was injured too heavily, and for the time being couldn't move at all.

  The three men were shocked and lost their color, if they were beaten like this, what would be the outcome of their lives.

  Just as Kunpeng was at a loss, Beiming's face showed a resolute expression, and he gently looked at Kunpeng before suddenly pushing him and Emperor Jun aside.

  "The Dark North!"

  "The Fairy of the Northern Ocean!"

  Kunpeng and Emperor Jun were pushed away, shouting loudly. Unfortunately, it was too late, the Dragon Ball containing the power of Quasi-Saint smashed into Beiming's chest, flying far away with a loud crash.

  Kunpeng's face was wooden, as if he had been heavily hit. He walked blankly towards Beiming, who was lying on the ground.

  Emperor Jun saw this and felt very uncomfortable in his heart, scolding himself for being incompetent. If he had been stronger, he wouldn't have needed a woman to save his life. As he scolded himself for being incompetent, Emperor Jun's heart also rose with a strong desire for strength. This desire slowly burned within him, growing stronger.

  Watching Kunpeng walking towards Beiming in a wooden manner, a thread of cruelty flashed through Chulong's heart.

  "It seems that Beiming is betraying the Dragon Clan because of you. I'll send you to see him right away."

  Chulong was completely blinded by slaughter at this time, and he struck out the dragon ball again, but it was to kill Kunpeng.

  "Daoist friend, please stop." At this time, a calm voice sounded, and an ordinary old man appeared in front of Zhu Long. With a flick of his sleeve, the dragon pearl was taken away by the old man.

  "Who are you?" Chandelon asked in surprise, dazedly.

  The old man calmly glanced at Zilong and said, "Have you forgotten? I am Hongjun."