Chapter Seventy-Three: The Duel

  For a moment all the monks fell silent, the demon general was having a great battle with the grand witch doctor, it seemed like a good idea, did the demon clan want to help the demon general regain some face?

  Di Jun and Fu Xi both furrowed their brows. Both Da Wu and Yao Shuai had achieved the great Luo Jinxian cultivation, so if they were to collide, it would be unavoidable that one of them would suffer damage. If they accidentally lost a Yao Shuai, that would be a huge loss.

  The ancestors also furrowed their brows, if they were asked to compete in a duel, they would agree without hesitation, but now that the younger generation of witches is involved, they are all somewhat hesitant.

  "Ancestor witch, I, Xing Tian, vow to compete with those demon commanders and surely restore the prestige of our witch tribe."

  "Ancestor witch, let Jiufeng go."

  "Kua Fu also wanted to go." At this time, a large number of witches asked for battle. Feng Bo Yu Shi and others were not willing to be quiet, one by one stood up.

  Emperor Jiang looked at these powerful demons and saw that, apart from Xing Tian and Jiu Feng who had reached the peak of Daluo Golden Immortal, all the others were only in the later stages of Daluo Golden Immortal cultivation. He couldn't help but shake his head. Since the demon tribe had spoken up, it was impossible to back down now. Emperor Jiang had already decided to let Xing Tian and Jiu Feng go, after all, these two had been following him in their cultivation, and he had a better grasp of them in his heart.

  "Let Hou Yi go, Zǔ Wū." At this time, Hou Yi, who had not spoken until now, walked up, his entire body exuding a faint sense of sorrow. His eyes were firm and serious as he looked at Emperor Jiang.

  Emperor Jiang looked at his eyes, and was slightly surprised to see that his aura was unstable, as if he could break through at any moment. He also thought of the conversation he had with Chang Xi just now, and suddenly felt a sense of understanding.

  "Alright, you can go." Di Jiang nodded slightly.

  Hou Yi listened and didn't say another word, took down the bow and arrow he had made himself from his back, walked two steps forward, and shouted loudly: "I am Hou Yi, who dares to accept my challenge!"

  Hou Yi's voice was loud, and all the monks in the temple heard it. They all looked over and saw Hou Yi standing there, with an aura flowing from his body. They also praised him, saying that the great shaman of the Wu tribe was indeed extraordinary.

  "Hou Yi!" Chang Xi also discovered Hou Yi walking out, and couldn't help but softly exclaim. What is this foolish guy doing coming out? There are several demon commanders who have reached the peak of Da Luo Jinxian, and he's just a late-stage Da Luo Jinxian, coming out to seek death? Thinking about this, she couldn't help but feel some anger in her heart.

  Taiyi saw Hou Yi walk out, a cold light flashing in his eyes. He hadn't expected it to be so easy; he had thought of letting the ghost car go up and challenge him instead. But now that Hou Yi was here himself, it saved Taiyi a lot of effort. Taiyi glanced at the ghost car beside him and nodded slightly at Hou Yi.

  The ghost car was clear, and he stepped forward immediately. His eyes looked at Hou Yi in front of him, very disdainful, his own strength had reached the peak of Daluo Jinxian, dealing with him, should not have any suspense.

  "The hall is too small, I'm afraid it won't be enough space to show off, how about going outside the hall?" Hou Yi said calmly as he looked at the ghost car.

  "Whatever." The ghost car replied coldly, then nodded at Emperor Jun and Taiyi before flying out of the palace first.

  Hou Yi also bowed to Zu Wu and followed closely behind, flying out.

  "Big brother, how can we get Hou Yi to respond to battle?" Candle Nine asked with a furrowed brow, his heart somewhat worried.

  "Hou Yi is fine, I think Hou Yi is quite good, he has the style of our Wu tribe." Gong Gong chimed in from the side.

  Dijiang closed his eyes and said faintly: "Believe him."

  Not far away, the three old men and Zhunti led the way, their faces expressionless, but in their hearts, they thought of four words: "The cycle of fate has begun."

  Hou Yi and Gui Che stood facing each other in the empty space outside the temple, while the cultivators inside continued to eat and drink, but with their divine consciousness open, they were all paying attention to the two people outside.

  "I find it quite strange, how a Wu tribe would think of using bows and arrows?" The ghost carriage looked at Hou Yi with disdain, seeing him holding an ordinary bow and arrow.

  Hou Yi's expression slowly turned cold, anyone who dares to insult the Way of Archery will die!

  Hou Yi slowly closed his eyes, and the hands grasping the bow and arrow tightened involuntarily. Suddenly, a feeling of being connected by bone and flesh arose, as if the bow and arrow were an integral part of his own body.

  "Ta Luo Jinxian's peak, it seems your status in the demon clan is not low. Unfortunately, you will soon become a soul under my arrow." Hou Yi said calmly.

  The ghost's face changed slightly, and he became angry in his heart, "With your strength, you dare to say such a thing."

  Hou Yi's body suddenly moved, his large bow raised in his hand, and three to star arrows instantly appeared. Directly pointing at the Ghost Car Mudan Palace and heart.

  The ghost car let out a cold hum, and a vast amount of demonic energy surged forth, forming a blast of air that blocked the three incoming starlights. The two forces collided, producing a massive explosion.

  "But as it is." The ghost car retreated to one side and suddenly transformed into a demon body. A bloody aura spread out, and a monster with nine ghost heads appeared. Each head was entwined with a killing aura, and from a distance, it looked extremely terrifying.

  The nine ghost heads glared at Hou Yi with sinister eyes, suddenly flew out together, and all bit towards Hou Yi.

  Hou Yi's expression suddenly turned grave, and he felt a strong sense of crisis from the nine ghostly heads. He raised his bow and arrow, shooting out nine arrows in one breath, each seeking out a ghostly head to strike.

  Nine ghost heads suddenly let out a hoarse laugh, their big mouths open wide, and they charged straight at the arrows. Hou Yi's nine arrows were rendered useless as they snapped in two one by one. Hou Yi was taken aback, seeing that the ghost heads were closing in on him fast. Not daring to slacken his pace, he abandoned his bow and arrow, and instead used his fists to punch at the incoming ghost heads. A loud crash was heard as the first ghost head was knocked flying away, but the next eight ghost heads proved unstoppable. One by one, they crashed into Hou Yi, sending him tumbling through the air like a ball. Even with his powerful physique, he suffered no light injury.

  "Hou Yi!" Chang Xi softly called out, her heart suddenly tensing up, the beautiful wine and immortal fruit in her hand losing all flavor. Her attention was fixed on the two people fighting outside the hall, filled with worry.

  "Big Brother!" Zhu Jiu Yin also looked at Emperor Jiang, his eyes full of worry.

  Di Jiang shook his head and said calmly: "Believe him, Hou Yi will definitely win."

  At this time, however, came the sound of Taiyi's hearty laughter.

  "It seems that our tribe's young master is even more outstanding than I thought. What do you think, fellow ancestors?"

  Taiyi Birdman, if you have the guts, let's fight a great battle together with me. Don't be timid and let the younger generation take the lead." Gonggong suddenly stood up, ready to engage in combat with Taiyi.

  "Gonggong's ancestor is a shameless shaman, and now he's furious with embarrassment." Taiyi said, still provocatively glancing at Zuwu.

  "Bang." The silent Emperor Jiang suddenly appeared in front of Taiyi, his large hand waving, and the completely unguarded Taiyi was directly slapped flying out, colliding with many monks who were eating a banquet, instantly causing a huge commotion.

  This sudden move left all the monks present in a daze, how could Emperor Jiang say and do things so suddenly without any warning signs, and still on the territory of the demon tribe, not even leaving any face for others.

  "Emperor Jiang, you dare!" Taiyi was slapped in the face by Emperor Jiang's palm, but immediately got up, his eyes flushed with anger, and summoned the Hunyuan Bell to charge forward and fight Emperor Jiang to the death. Being slapped in front of so many cultivators was a great humiliation, and Taiyi's heart burned with anger, unable to dispel the hatred unless he killed Emperor Jiang.

  "You're not giving our tribe any face either." On the other side, Emperor Jun could no longer hold back his temper, taking off the large red wedding robe on his body and summoning the Hetu Luoshu. His eyes were also about to spew fire. If this matter wasn't settled by Emperor Jiang, how could the demon tribe establish itself in the vast wilderness of Honghuang? Taiyi was after all the Eastern Emperor of the demon tribe, how could he be humiliated like this?

  The demons in the temple also suddenly became furious, their eyes staring fiercely at Emperor Jiang. There is a saying that when the master is humiliated, the minister dies, and now they are in this state of mind.

  Teleportation is really convenient, slapping people in the face can be so refreshing. Emperor Jiang thought to himself, seeing Emperor Jun and Taiyi with an attitude of not giving up until one of them dies, Emperor Jiang revealed a hint of a smile.

  "I have a bad habit, when I hear flies buzzing around my ears, I always involuntarily swat at them. Please forgive me." Emperor Jiang said with a very apologetic look at Tai Yi, but it made Tai Yi's heart bleed.

  "Wu Di, don't you think this is going too far?" At this point, the woman Nuwa on the side couldn't help but speak out.

  "Oh, I wonder what Nuwa has in mind?" Emperor Jiang said calmly.

  "Y-" Nuwa was about to say something else, but was interrupted by Laozi beside her.

  "Nüwa's sister, do not interfere in the affairs of the Wu and Yao tribes." The old man said calmly, this is a good opportunity for the two tribes to start an all-out war, how can Nüwa ruin it.

  Nüwa said nothing after hearing this, and glared at Di Jiang once more before reluctantly returning to her seat.

  Di Jiang looked at Lao Zi and heard what he said to Nü Wa, and suddenly had some enlightenment. It seemed that the witchcraft calamity had begun, so he couldn't be soft-hearted anymore. He could only kill more demon gods and let them fill the killing calamity.

  "Emperor Jun, are you trying to gang up on us?" The ancestors on the other side saw this situation and also stood up one after another. With Emperor Jiang, the momentum of six people converged together, pressing down on Emperor Jun and Taiyi. Emperor Jun and Taiyi suddenly felt a surge in pressure.

  At this time, a mournful cry suddenly came from outside the hall, breaking the stalemate in the hall. The people in the hall immediately became tense and didn't care about the confrontation, rushing out of the hall one after another, hoping that nothing bad would happen. Zu Wu and Di Jun Tai both felt a sense of tension in their hearts, as Da Wu and Yao Shuai were the future of the two tribes and couldn't afford to lose.