Chapter 713 - - 539 The Warlords_3

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The Immortal Body’s recovery speed was incredibly fast. Even without consuming Immortal Pills, the wounds stabbed by the sword light had already healed in the short while, and not even a scar remained.

This regenerative ability was no weaker than that of Alien Warriors.

In other words, as long as Alien Warriors ascended to immortality, their distinctive features could easily be concealed…

But without his Divine Power, other Alien Warriors in such a world would find it difficult to use keywords, circumvent the rigorous surveillance system, and ascend to immortality. How could that be easy?

Unless he completely disrupted this world?

But doing so would inevitably set up many enemies in the dark for himself, wouldn’t it?

Ha!

First, take care of oneself!

Duge shook his head, discarding these chaotic thoughts from his mind.

Rankings and resources were no longer so important to him now; what he sought was harvest and growth.

And the strong regenerative powers of the two True Immortals made Duge feel even more that there would be great gains to be had on this Alien Battlefield.

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Duge toyed with the flying sword in his hand.

The material of the Immortal Sword was far superior to the flying sword he held; Duge used his Divine Power to disperse the immortal power within it.

The flying swords he had previously seized were easily cleansed of their marks, but when encountering an Immortal Sword, he faced some resistance.

But perhaps the combined might of the three-as-one Divine Power was too domineering, as it still managed to erase the mark.

Seeing this scene, the mentor bound by Dark God Power widened his eyes in disbelief: “Who exactly are you?”

“Jin Kui, well done,” Duge glanced at him, then turned to look at Xu Jinkui and smiled, “Aren’t you going to introduce your mentor to me?”

“To my ancestor,” Xu Jinkui, who had betrayed his mentor, felt guilty and avoided looking at his mentor, whom he had knocked down. He turned to Duge and said, “He is my mentor, Xu Jinghui.”

“And him?” Duge then looked towards the True Immortal next to Xu Jinghui.

“I don’t know him,” Xu Jinkui shook his head.

“Unfilial disciple,” Xu Jinghui sneered, “when this matter comes to light, I want to see how you end it.”

“Jin Kui, come here,” Duge shook his head and smiled, calling over Xu Jinkui, “Today you have accomplished a great deed, and your ancestor rewards you with the rebuilding of your Daoist Base. You may freely choose from the light, darkness, and water elements.”

Xu Jinkui trembled with excitement, his eyes brimming with surprise as he looked towards Duge. Wasn’t this the moment he had been waiting for after betraying his mentor?

“Ancestor, I choose the Light Spirit Body,” Xu Jinkui hurriedly approached Duge, kneeled before him, and said with a trembling voice.

Duge laid his hand on his forehead, and in an instant, transformed him into a Solar Divine Envoy.

“Zhao Jinlu, Chi Jinshou, Zhou Jinping, Song Jincheng, you have also earned merit by slaying enemies; you too can choose a spirit body and let your ancestor rebuild your Daoist Base,” Duge then looked towards the other Peak Masters.

“Ancestor, I choose light (water)…,”

The four made their choices one after another, two choosing light and two choosing water, but none opted to become an envoy of darkness.

Duge did not interfere with their choices and took action to improve their Daoist Bases.

The crowd in the Heavenly Master Hall was dumbfounded.

Xu Jinghui stared at Duge in surprise and asked, “You… you can actually rebuild their Daoist Bases. You’re not an Evil Demon, who are you really?”

“Who else is dissatisfied with their Daoist Base?” Duge glanced around with a smile, then looked back at the people in the hall and said, “You may come forward and stab your mentor. Your ancestor can transform one of your meridians for you. If you earn merits again in the future, your ancestor can also rebuild your Daoist Base for you.”

“You…” Xu Jinghui was struck dumb. In that moment, he suddenly understood Duge’s intent for keeping him alive, his body trembling, “You… do you intend to take control of Dragon Tiger Mountain?”

“What else?” Duge looked at him with a smile, “A single tree does not make a forest, a single thread does not make a fabric. To do something in this world, one must find ways to recruit helpers, and besides, I do offer real benefits!”

With these words.

Duge looked toward Liao Jiulong and said, “Liao Jiulong, Du Ziming, Liu Ziyun, show them the fruits of your cultivation these past two days.”

“Yes.”

Liao Jiulong and his two disciples responded. They leapt into the air and each demonstrated the effect of their divine power.

The people inside the Heavenly Master’s Hall displayed looks of envy, but considering that drawing that sword meant a complete break with the Heavenly Master’s Mansion, everyone hesitated.

“It’s come to this point already, you don’t think there’s a way out, do you?” Duge shook his head with a chuckle. “How about this, I’ll add a benefit for you. Inside this great hall, the first three to stab Xu Jinghui with a sword—I can help them rebuild their Daoist Base. As for the last three, I will grind their bones to dust and scatter them to the winds…”

Before he could finish his sentence.

A flurry of shadows moved before Duge’s eyes.

At least seven or eight people struck at once, nailing their flying swords into Xu Jinghui’s body. These individuals were mostly at the Unity Stage, but due to their lack of talent, they had no assurance of ascending. Now faced with the chance to rebuild their Daoist Base, how could they hesitate…

Someone took the lead in striking.

Facing the threat to their lives, the rest no longer dared to fall behind—they hurriedly summoned their flying swords and stabbed towards their ancestral master.

Duge had already proven he would kill. No one wanted to be among the last three.

Moreover.

Xu Jinghui had ascended decades ago, so the connection between the cultivators of Dragon Tiger Mountain and him had long since waned.

In that instant.

The voices of “Forgive me, Grand Uncle-Master” rose and fell in the Heavenly Master’s Hall, and no one dared to look back at the statue of the Heavenly Master Xu standing there with a drawn sword.

In no time at all.

Xu Jinghui was turned into a porcupine, bristling with swords.

He looked down at the flying swords sticking out of his own body, then at the group of disciples in front of him with their eyes bloodshot, treating him as prey. He felt how alien Dragon Tiger Mountain had become at this moment, and his heart was filled with desolation. In agony, he closed his eyes. Dragon Tiger Mountain was finished!

The attendants behind Xu Jinghui trembled uncontrollably, not even daring to raise their heads to look at Duge.

He was a cultivator from a small sect, who after hundreds of years of cultivation, had only just managed to ascend to the Immortal Realm by sheer luck, and was assigned to serve at the Mansion of the Heavenly Master. He had thought he had found a good refuge.

He might have been able to use the Mansion’s name to support his own sect, but he had hardly been ascended for long when such a terrifying event occurred.

The deeds of that child were no different from those of an Evil Demon!

It seemed his life would be lost here.

If he had known this would happen, he would have never ascended, and it might have been better to remain in the Mortal Realm as a Yin God…

“You three, come here.”

Duge had exceptionally sharp eyesight, and even though the seven or eight people who first struck Xu Jinghui appeared to do so at the same time, he distinguished who was first and last.

He called them out, leaving them no choice, and transformed them into Dark Divine Envoys by his own hand.

Xu Jinkui and the others had had to rely on the Mountain Protection Array just to secure for themselves a chance at rebuilding their Daoist Base, while the others, with a simple thrust of their sword, had won the same opportunity. But none dared to question the ancient ancestor’s decision.

They all knew that having killed the Immortal Envoy, they had already made a clean break with the Mansion of the Heavenly Master. Dragon Tiger Mountain needed more powerful Daoist friends, and at this time, they couldn’t afford to be stingy.

Beyond the first three, Duge subsequently helped others transform their meridians but did not help them fully rebuild their Daoist Base. Yet even altering one meridian gave them hope.

No one dared to complain.

When it came to the last three, Duge stopped.

Looking at the three Nascent Soul Cultivators kneeling before him, shivering, Duge smiled and reassured them, “What’s there to fear? The ancient ancestor was just joking with you. That one stab has already proven your courage. Your slowness is merely due to insufficient cultivation level. How could the old ancestor take your lives over this trifle?

Come, the old ancestor will also help you transform a meridian. Work hard at your cultivation from now on and serve the old ancestor well. Remember this fear between life and death, and use this fear as a motivator to push yourselves forward. The old ancestor believes that one day, you will strive to be the first, not falling behind anyone.”

Having escaped death and receiving a reward, the emotions of the three at the Nascent Soul Stage were like a roller coaster ride, ending in sheer joy. Looking up at Duge, the three banged their heads heavily on the ground: “Thank you, ancient ancestor. Your disciples will heed your words and from now on, will follow the ancient ancestor’s lead…”

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