A roar like an injured fierce tiger erupted from the center of the encirclent.
Its powerful sound overwheld the humming of all the weapons present!
Originally lying weakly on the back of the Iron-eating Beast, Chiyou now appeared rejuvenated.
He slowly sat up straight.
Although his bronze-colored face still bore a sickly pallor,
his crimson eyes reignited with a fla fierce enough to burn the Nine Heavens.
His expression was calm, and he gently patted the Iron-eating Beast beneath him.
The Divine Beast, sensing its master's weakness and the approach of enemies, grew increasingly restless.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here," Chiyou reassured.
Rumbling~~
The war chariot slowly advanced.
On the chariot, Xuanyuan stood with his hands crossed, leaning on the Divine Sword still radiating the Holy Virtue Light.
He silently watched Chiyou, who was struggling to maintain his posture on the Iron-eating Beast, and calmly asked:
"How are your injuries?"
Chiyou suppressed the soul-tearing pain, straightening his back, and in a careless tone, he gruffly replied:
"I won't die."
"That's good."
Xuanyuan nodded.
He glanced at Chiyou's battered body and the surrounding wary Jiuli warriors, saying:
"There's no point in us continuing to fight."
"Indeed, there's no point," Chiyou agreed.
"Roar Roar!"
The round Iron-eating Beast roared at the war chariot, urging its master to leave.
Chiyou laughed.
A gentle light flashed in his eyes as he patted the Iron-eating Beast's back: "Alright, alright, you've had it tough too."
Suddenly, the nine rings trembled, clanging loudly.
The Tiger Soul Great Saber sliced through the void, heading straight for Xuanyuan on the chariot.
Xuanyuan remained calm, extending his hand.
"Buzz~"
The blade quivered slightly as Xuanyuan steadily caught the Tiger Soul Great Saber.
He looked at Chiyou, his gaze filled with curiosity.
"I know you can refine artifacts; I'm trading this saber for a few Magic Artifacts."
"Of course, Spiritual Treasures would be even better."
Chiyou's voice was heard, sounding very familiar.
Xuanyuan silently watched the man and beast.
He didn't speak, just opened his sleeve.
Several streams of light flew out, including rings, Treasure Beads, a Jade Chi, a Golden Bracelet, a Crown, and a Sword Halberd.
These items glowed with Postnatal Treasure Light, ranging from high-grade to low-grade.
"These are all of my own crafting, safe to consu."
Fearing Chiyou's concern, Xuanyuan added with a glance at the Iron-eating Beast.
Chiyou's mount was known to be quite gluttonous.
This was revealed in past exchanges when Chiyou complained to Xuanyuan.
Many Divine weapons refined by the Jiuli were devoured by the Iron-eating Beast.
"Thanks a lot!"
Chiyou cupped his hands in thanks.
Then he dismounted from the Iron-eating Beast and fed the Spiritual Treasures one by one to his beloved pet.
The crunching sounds were clear in the silent battlefield.
The Iron-eating Beast devoured the incoming Spiritual Treasures without hesitation.
It consud seven Acquired Spiritual Treasures, calming down and emitting a satisfied low growl.
"Huff huff~~"
Its black and white fur glowed softly as its breathing beca steady and even.
It lazily lay on the ground, seemingly digesting the just-consud Spiritual Treasures.
Chiyou waited for a while, ensuring the Iron-eating Beast was in a deep sleep before shifting his gaze back to Xuanyuan.
Seeing Xuanyuan in good condition, Chiyou revealed a complex smile.
He sighed and said, "You've hidden deeply; have you secretly trained in Martial Arts as well?"
Xuanyuan was montarily stunned by this remark.
Thinking it over, he explained sowhat bashfully: "Strictly speaking, I still cultivate the Immortal Dao."
"However, my master, noticing my physical weakness, specially taught a protective Mystical Technique—the 'Nine Revolutions Profound Skill'."
"Nine Revolutions Profound Skill?" Chiyou nodded, silently noting the technique in his heart.
Again, he raised his head to look at Xuanyuan, calmly inquiring:
"How do you plan to deal with ?"
His tone was composed, devoid of tension or unease, not like a recently defeated opponent.
Faced with the question, Xuanyuan's previously calm eyes slightly narrowed.
He fell silent.
After a mont, Xuanyuan seed to make a firm decision.
Slowly raising the Holy Dao Sword, he spoke with utmost seriousness, enunciating each word.
"I should cut you down."
Crack!!!
A blinding lightning bolt tore through the dark sky.
Deafening thunder followed, resounding across the Zulu Wilderness.
A torrential downpour suddenly fell.
Heavy rain poured from the Nine Heavens, cleansing the blood-drenched land, washing away the lingering blood and slaughter.
"Cut down?"
Amid the rain, Chiyou slowly lifted his head, placing his face close to the cold-glimring Xuanyuan Sword, closely inspecting every line on its surface.
He saw the celestial bodies outlined by mysterious lines, vivid mountains, and rivers depicted.
He saw texts recording the arts of farming and animal husbandry, and a grand blueprint outlining the strategy for unifying the Four Seas.
This Divine Sword not only contained the era's ruthless slaughter but also gathered the imnse Qi Fortune of the Human Race.
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