119: Chapter 119 Three 119: Chapter 119 Three Immortal Maiden He Xiangu took a deep breath and said with a grave tone, “Then please, great deity, kill me first.”

“Heh heh.”

Xingtian laughed, but his eyes were extremely cold.

He said indifferently, “Do you really think I would hesitate to kill you?”

Immortal Maiden He Xiangu shook her head and said calmly, “Immortal Maiden has never had such a thought.

The great deity is an ancient war god, there is no one you would fear to kill, but Immortal Maiden also has her own convictions.

As a member of the Human Race, after cultivating to become a Celestial Immortal, my duty is to protect the Human Race, to safeguard all the common people under the heavens, even if it means death without regrets.”

Xingtian looked deeply at her, her defiance taking him by surprise.

He was moved, as he himself, in the past, had also sought out the Yellow Emperor alone for the sake of his people to fight to the death.

As a result, he was beheaded by the Yellow Emperor, but his obsession did not fade; using nipples for eyes, the navel for a mouth, wielding the Qingming Divine Axe and dancing, he fought to the very end.

But, he was ultimately a war god.

No matter how moved he was, it did little to change his mind.

“I shall grant your wish.”

He moved, and with the Qingming Divine Axe carrying tremendous mana, he struck down directly.

Battle intent and killing intent surged, seeking to engulf Immortal Maiden He Xiangu.

Immortal Maiden He Xiangu’s expression was solemn; she spat out a mouthful of blood, which fell upon a lotus flower.

The lotus bloomed with dazzling light, and one by one the lotuses took shape in front of her, then merged together to form a nine-colored lotus before blasting forward.

Facing Xingtian’s strike, Immortal Maiden He Xiangu did not merely defend passively, but chose to counterattack.

Boom.

A loud noise ensued as the axe light and the lotus collided.

Powerful waves of energy erupted between the two, blowing Immortal Maiden He Xiangu backwards.

She was covered in blood, a picture of absolute misery, having sustained extremely serious injuries.

Fan Yao’s eyes reddened; from behind Xingtian she struck out resentfully, a sword light falling upon Xingtian’s body.

Clang.

The sword light struck Xingtian’s body as though hitting steel.

Xingtian remained unharmed; he turned around, snorted coldly, and a light from his axe cleaved towards Fan Yao and the others.

Did a bunch of mere ants dare to strike against him?

Among these people, only Immortal Maiden He Xiangu’s strength was somewhat notable; the others were merely trifling.

“Strike together, stop him,” Fan Yao shouted.

The Daoist Immortals gritted their teeth, and although they trembled under Xingtian’s imposing might, they all made their moves.

Hundreds of streaks of light burst forth, only to be shattered by Xingtian’s axe light.

And that wasn’t all; the axe light continued its descent, without being completely destroyed.

Fan Yao’s expression changed; if the axe light hit them, they would all die.

No matter what, they had never expected the gap between themselves and the ancient war god to be so vast.

The combined strike of hundreds of people was unable to block even a single blow from their opponent.

Immortal Maiden He Xiangu forced herself to stand up and flew over, placing herself in front of everyone.

All the remaining axe light was blocked by her, and as for Immortal Maiden He Xiangu herself, she was flung aside.

She coughed up blood profusely, and her body was in extreme disarray as she fell to the ground, nearly unable to stand.

“Ants,” Xingtian said indifferently.

There was no mercy in his eyes, for anyone who dared to strike against him was his enemy.

The axe swung down once more with extreme sharpness.

This strike aimed to exterminate all the immortals of the Daoist Sect.

A resolute light flickered in Immortal Maiden He Xiangu’s eyes; she was ready to burn her essence blood, to enhance her strength and give her all against Xingtian.

“You dare!”

A roar of anger came through as Sun Wukong and Lu Dongbin arrived, with a pale-faced Lu Dongbin lashing out furiously.

The Sword Qi in his hand stirred vigorously, with Pure Yang Sword Qi flowing and slashing towards Xingtian.

Sword Qi collided with the Qingming Divine Axe, and Lu Dongbin’s body shook, but he managed to block the strike.

Immortal Maiden He Xiangu showed him a faint smile, then her body softened, and she collapsed to the ground.

Lu Dongbin’s eyes blazed with endless fury as he stared at Xingtian, saying coldly, “You deserve to die.”

Xingtian cocked his head to look at him, a hint of a smile on his face.

“Not bad strength, almost stepping into the realm of a Heavenly Venerate, and with a solid Dao Foundation, you can withstand a few of my moves.

The Daoist Sect has raised quite the impressive junior.”

Sun Wukong also made an appearance, anger flashing in his eyes as well.

Fan Yao walked over, her face filled with shame, intending to apologize to Sun Wukong.

Before she could even speak, Sun Wukong waved his hand and said, “This isn’t your fault.”

After all, no one had expected that Xingtian would truly appear.

Sun Wukong helped He Xiangu up, pouring a vast amount of mana into her body to heal her wounds.

Meanwhile, Lu Dongbin and Xingtian had already begun to fight,

and as the first among the Eight Immortals, his reputation was certainly not unfounded.

The Pure Yang Sword Qi was vast, shaking heaven and earth.

Lu Dongbin took the initiative to attack, using his Thunder Skills to strike down with a clap of thunder.

Xingtian wielded his Qingming axe, shattering one wave of Sword Qi after another, simultaneously cleaving apart the thunder overhead.

His expression turned serious, Lu Dongbin’s strength had reached a level that required his full attention.

This was an opponent not to be underestimated; he most certainly had to treat seriously one who he could at most fight against ten of with such combative prowess.

Lu Dongbin’s mana was pushed to its limits, this Flirtatious Immortal had never been so enraged before.

Today he was truly furious.

Wave after wave of Sword Qi kept Xingtian increasingly irritated.

Looking at Lu Dongbin, his eyes changed—earlier he thought he could take on ten like him, but now he retracted that statement.

Against such an opponent, he could at most handle five.

The Qingming ax swung, its light startling the world, slicing through the Great Universe.

Lu Dongbin himself was shocked; he knew there was a gap between him and Xingtian, but he hadn’t realized Xingtian was this formidable.

He was now certain that he was no match.

But he bristled with determination.

To dare hurt He Xiangu like that, even if it was the Jade Emperor himself, he would take a chunk of flesh from his adversary.

Lu Dongbin roared, choosing to meet force with force.

Boom.

Their mana collided, and Lu Dongbin’s blood splattered from his body.

He was injured, but he did not shrink back in the slightest, his Sword Qi surging, covering the surrounding heaven and earth, leaving the strong of the Buddhism and Daoism factions, as well as demons, utterly shocked.

Is this the true strength of the foremost among the Eight Immortals of the Upper Grotto?

It was simply too astonishing; they could not compare at all.

Afterward, their shocked gaze turned to Xingtian.

Just how powerful was he to suppress Lu Dongbin?

Indeed, the ancient War God’s reputation was well deserved.

“Pu.”

Xingtian too was injured, with wounds appearing one after another on his naked upper body.

They were inflicted by Lu Dongbin, and although they were not severe, they enraged him.

He, being wounded by a junior of the Daoist Sect, was intolerable.

Anger flared in his eyes, his battle intent growing ever more intense.

Boom.

He swung the Qingming axe, utilizing his full strength.

His Qi aimed to lock down Lu Dongbin, wielding the power of heaven and earth, forcing Lu Dongbin to meet the strike head-on.

Lu Dongbin’s expression was crazed as he tapped into every ounce of mana in his body.

Crack.

At that moment, cracks appeared in his Taoist Realm, and he took a small step closer to the Heavenly Venerate realm.

While he didn’t step fully into the Heavenly Venerate realm, he was now not far from it.

Lu Dongbin’s mana surged to a new peak instantly.

Xingtian’s pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, “Three.”

The crowd was puzzled—what did he mean by three?