Chapter 2752 - 2751: Second Uproar at Wuzhuang Temple

Chapter 2752: Chapter 2751: Second Uproar at Wuzhuang Temple

Li Jing held his sword, one hand holding the pagoda, and walked out of the grand hall to take charge.

Outside Wuzhuang Temple, Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, stood alone, looking up at the sky with a sorrowful expression.

The previous resistance against the Witch Tribe was so formidable at Wuzhuang Temple.

But today, the loose cultivators at Wuzhuang Temple have long scattered, leaving only him to hold on alone.

After Li Jing came out, he stood in front of the hundred thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals with him, encouraging these warriors, "Soldiers, today is the moment to witness your loyalty and courage. The Witch Tribe does not tolerate us, so we must muster the courage to face death unwaveringly and fight them to the end. We must show them what kind of courage the Human Race relies on to lead the Three Realms. We must show them that they are just a bunch of grasshoppers that suddenly jumped out of a trash heap. We must let them see who the true victor of this battle will be!"

He spoke passionately, inspiring the soldiers.

The soldiers, however, remained silent, only a few raising their arms and shouting twice in cooperation.

Li Jing glanced sharply at the soldiers and reprimanded, "Are your ears deaf?"

Someone uneasily replied to Li Jing, "Heavenly King, the brothers heard that all the various generals have retreated, leaving only us here to persist. What are we sticking with?"

In the Heavenly Court, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals are led by Divine Spirits, and their positions never change.

The Heavenly Soldiers below are elite disciples selected from various sects of the Mortal Realm, and some are also elite loose cultivators.

Their positions are not permanent; after a few years in the Heavenly Court, they will return to the Mortal Realm.

It’s akin to gaining prestige in the Heavenly Court; no one truly fights for the Heavenly Court’s cause.

Li Jing assumed that everyone would choose to stand with him for the honor of the Human Race. The result was disappointing; no one was willing to accompany him to the end.

After someone spoke, soldiers soon began to say, "The Divine Generals above have all left. What use is there for us to stay here? Wherever we are, we are alive; why should we send our lives away here?"

"Yes, the Witch Tribe is formidable, with ten times our forces. Even if we have the help of Grand Immortal Master Zhen Yuanzi, we can’t fight against so many people!"

"The wise recognize the times; let’s disperse early!"

"Yes, yes, it’s better to disperse early and preserve life."

"..."

Everyone spoke one after another.

Morale was low, already leaning towards disbanding.

Li Jing glanced at Zhen Yuanzi, but Zhen Yuanzi appeared indifferent and told the soldiers, "Warriors, I understand your feelings very well. But if we look far ahead, if we are defeated today, in the future all fortune will belong to the Witch Tribe. When the Heavenly Court is controlled by the Witch Tribe, the Human Race will have no opportunity to rise. At that time, when the Witch Tribe controls the Three Realms, do you still want to remain aloof?"

The soldiers exchanged glances, lowered their heads, pondering.

Zhen Yuanzi continued, "Conversely, if we defeat the Witch Tribe today and return to the Heavenly Court honorably, then the vacant positions in the Heavenly Court will henceforth belong to those who deserve them. You will replace the old gods and become new Heavenly Gods. You will bring endless glory to your families and sects and become the masters of the new world. If you trust me, I, Zhen Yuanzi, guarantee to everyone that the final victory of this battle will belong to our Human Race!"

Zhen Yuanzi’s words thoroughly motivated the soldiers.

Who can resist the temptation of a divine position? With the Investiture of the Gods previously in place, everyone could not attain divine status.

But now that the Investiture of the Gods has dispersed, the new divine positions must have someone to take them.

If one becomes a Deity, it is undoubtedly a great joy to illuminate the gates and enhance cultivation levels.

All the soldiers unanimously raised their arms and cheered, "Victory!"

"Victory!"

"Victory!"

"..."

Li Jing looked happily at Zhen Yuanzi and nodded in gratitude.

He raised his hand in a grip and, once the army quieted down, raised his sword and shouted with the soldiers, "The final victory will surely belong to us. Deploy formations for a battle against the Witch Tribe!"

"War!"

The soldiers raised their swords and spears and immediately deployed formations inside and outside Wuzhuang Temple according to the battle flags in Li Jing’s hands.

The war drums roared, and the Witch Tribe’s army emerged from the dark clouds, encircling the skies above Wuzhuang Temple tightly.

A flame descended from the sky, with a playful shout towards the Wuzhuang Temple below, "Listen, Zhen Yuanzi, my Witch Tribe rises according to the heavenly mandate, and no one can stop us. I hope you recognize destiny soon, give up resistance, do not oppose heaven, and defy destiny, lest you meet the end of your life and path."

Zhen Yuanzi held his horsetail whisk and scolded, "Small Witch Tribe, dare to speak boastfully to this impoverished Daoist. If I don’t beat you to smithereens today, do you think this Daoist has no temper!"

Jiufeng chuckled, "I thought you were the Earth Immortal Ancestor, so I spoke to you with courtesy. Were it not so, I would’ve flattened your Wuzhuang Temple long ago. Since you consider yourself extraordinary, then come meet us!"

At the end of her words, someone then stood up above, and with a long howl in mid-air, declared, "Xingtian has arrived!"

A headless giant, holding a battle axe, stomped down from the void like a Thunder God, pounding onto the battlefield, with each step causing the void to tremble.

Even without a head, the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals below felt as if they were being watched by a fierce beast, unable to help but shiver.

Standing beside Zhen Yuanzi, Li Jing felt the pressure increase sharply as well.

Zhen Yuanzi snorted at Xingtian and said, "Although you’re strong, you’re still no match for this Daoist single-handedly."

He spoke with confidence, fully aware of his and Xingtian’s power.

Xingtian shouted holding his axe, "Calling you an Earth Immortal, you truly think you’re the Ancestor? Just a loose cultivator with no sect, no father, no mother, disrespectful to your master, how dare you speak so to my lord?"

Zhen Yuanzi’s face turned dark with anger, hating people speaking like this all his life.

Though he had no master, he respected heaven and earth.

Who in the Three Realms dares call him master?

He shook his horsetail whisk and scornfully shouted to Xingtian, "Headless corpse, you truly deserve to die!"

"Good, you bull-nosed Daoist, come up for a battle if you have the guts!"

Xingtian roared furiously from above.

Zhen Yuanzi showed neither joy nor anger and said, "Your skill is not enough for this Daoist to bother."

Just as his voice fell, a mass of golden light rapidly approached from the edge of the sky.

This mass of golden light covered the sky, spreading its wings for a thousand miles, like a massive mountain roaming the heavens, letting out a cry that stirred a gust of wind in the Witch Tribe’s army.

"Not good!"

Seeing this, Jiufeng immediately activated the Sorcery Book.

Inside it, a blood light barrier rapidly unfolded, enveloping the entire Witch Tribe army.

A golden claw print promptly tore into the shield, accompanied by an earth-shaking rumble, with a huge tear force seemingly able to rip open a fissure in space.

The void roared, golden light flickered chaotically.

Both sides held their positions for quite a while before the enormous Dharma Laksana transformed into a human figure, landing beneath Wuzhuang Temple.

Upon seeing this, Xingtian erupted in rage, "Old Kunpeng! It’s you!"