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The group of Cultivators acted one after another, which allowed Zuo Dao to discern a problem. The eleven individuals were definitely not on the same side. Realizing this eased Zuo Dao's mind somewhat.
What he feared most was that these people were working together; if that were the case, the battle would be much more perilous. As long as there was discord among their ranks, it would be advantageous for him.
The Two Women were still in Nirvana. Although Zuo Dao could bring them into the Nine Monoliths, now was not the right time. It would be easy for the others to notice, and besides, he had yet to fully benefit from the Supreme Catastrophe of the Nine-Five.
After the fourth Cultivator appeared, the atmosphere on the scene began to tense. Everyone recognized the value of the Two Women; everyone wanted to claim them for themselves. However, with so many people vying for them, only two could possibly succeed.
In truth, at their Realm, every step forward was immensely difficult. They all understood that even if a crack could be opened in this domain regarding the Two Women's tribulation, no one knew how many could pass through that crack.
Allowing their fate to be controlled by others was absolutely unacceptable. Each person was determined to have the Two Women, even if it meant just securing one.
"If you want them, you must first get past me." Innocent's pure smile left several Cultivators momentarily dazed; a man who looked like this could indeed bring disaster upon a nation.
Yet his demeanor was incredibly arrogant.
Innocent stood firmly before the Two Women, with an Inkstone atop his head and a Blank Brush in hand. He formed a protective barrier around the Two Women alongside Yan Zhen.
"Child, it has been a long time since anyone dared to speak to us like that." Dan Xiang Shen felt displeased; he was a proud individual. Although he had set aside his pride in front of the Dao, he would not tolerate others being insolent before him.
"You yourself have not done so in ages; then how can you say no one has acted this way?" Innocent's tone made one want to beat him senseless. Yet his expression remained scholarly.
"Very well." Dan God Manifestation felt a surge of murderous intent from Innocent's words. In his eyes, Yan Zhen and Innocent were merely relying on their treasures to gain an upper hand in conversation. He had killed countless such Cultivators before.
However, now was not the time for him to act. Though he viewed those two as insignificant as ants, dealing with them would still take some time.
At that moment, there were others lurking nearby, ready to seize the opportunity at any moment. Compared to leaving this world behind, the situation at hand seemed trivial.
"Hmph." Upon seeing the manifestation of Bloodthirst, Dan God Manifestation let out a cold snort and stepped aside. Everyone shared the same thought. After all, they had already declared their interest in the two treasures held by the others. Even if they couldn't claim those two Calamity Sources in the end, possessing these treasures would still serve as a consolation prize.
He valued his life; he would never take action unless he was over seventy percent sure of success. Although he longed to escape this world, that desire paled in comparison to others.
"Big Brother, can I touch those two things that look like candied hawthorns?" Just as silence fell over the gathering, a cute child with a bun hairstyle, dressed in a bellyband and holding a string of bright red candied hawthorns, appeared.
The moment Yan Zhen and Innocent locked eyes with the child, they felt their minds stir, nearly losing control and nodding in agreement.
A refreshing sensation coursed through their hands, jolting them awake simultaneously.
Both were taken aback; just a glance had almost led them to ruin. The newcomer’s power was evident. If it weren't for the treasures in their hands sensing danger and automatically protecting them, they might have already become someone else's prey.
"Who is this?" Zuo Dao certainly didn't believe the child was merely innocent. The strange glint in his eyes revealed that he could tell the newcomer possessed profound skills in mental attacks.
"His name is Earthwalker." Zhao Wang's expression was grave; ever since he discovered these individuals' presence, his mood had not improved.
"As far as I know, among those eleven Cultivators, I only recognize Gu Qianchou and him. However, if we were to compare him with Gu Qianchou, Gu Qianchou would definitely be at a disadvantage."
"Uh, it seems these old-timers are quite formidable. I wonder how many we could take down together." Zuo Dao stroked his chin thoughtfully as he gazed into the crowd.
Whenever he made that gesture, it indicated that Zuo Dao was plotting something devious—something that would surely catch others off guard.
"Young Master in mind, these people..." Zhao Wang quickly reminded.
"I know, if it weren't for not wanting any casualties, I would have rushed in long ago. I, Zuo Dao, never engage in losing battles," Zuo Dao chuckled.
"My dear boy, haven't you weaned yet? Or did your mother run off with someone?" Innocent said with a hint of malice. The moment the other party appeared, he almost suffered a great loss, so he had to provoke them a bit.
Sure enough, as soon as Innocent's words left his mouth, Earthwalker, who was munching on candied hawthorn, froze. However, no matter how one looked at it, there was no lethal force behind it; instead, it added a touch of cuteness.
Innocent observed clearly that within the brief time since the other party's appearance and their exchange of words, they had already consumed no less than five candied hawthorns, yet the string in their hand showed no signs of diminishing. He understood the situation well; aside from trying to provoke them with words, there really wasn't much else he could do.
Just as his words fell, he felt a tremendous impact coming from the Inkstone. The drooping ink flow was struck by something from the other side and nearly pierced through.
Fortunately, the artifact level of the Inkstone was high enough to block it. Even so, it scared him into a cold sweat, and he quickly reinforced the defensive strength of the Inkstone.
"My dear boy, there's no need to get angry just because there's no milk! Look over there; isn't there a wet nurse just in time?"
At that moment, Liu Hongyan stepped onto the battlefield and paused at Innocent's words. She couldn't help but burst into laughter. Her laughter was enchanting; even though she wore palace attire, it exuded waves of allure that swayed with the wind.
"This handsome young man, I wouldn't dare to feed him milk. But if you're interested in having some, I wouldn't mind at all," Liu Hongyan said with a wink at Innocent after her laughter subsided. Her gaze was so suggestive that it made Innocent feel overwhelmed.
As more Cultivators entered the scene, the battlefield divided into six factions. One of them included Yan Zhen and Innocent along with two others, while the eleven other Cultivators formed five groups. It seemed that aside from the teaming Cultivators, each group was at odds with one another.
"Are we going to strike together or what? Let's establish some rules here so that these juniors can watch the show without feeling embarrassed," one Cultivator from a team stepped forward and spoke up.
“Yierkang, put away your righteous act; this isn’t your place to dictate,” Bloodthirst retorted as soon as he opened his mouth.
“Since you have a plan, why don’t you go ahead?” Yierkang remained unfazed by the other’s words, responding coolly. “Don’t you just want those two’s treasures? Just go up and snatch them.”
Yierkang’s words made Blood Face flush with anger, but these were seasoned individuals who understood each other’s intentions clearly.
“Whether I snatch them or not is my business. Are you really going to stop me when I make my move?” Bloodthirst looked down on the other’s character.
“Damn it, you all talk too much. If you’re not going to do it, I will.” A fiery voice rang out.
Sun Wukong brandished his Black Iron Rod and charged forward, swinging it down towards Innocent.
“Child, the one who will kill you is Sun Wujing.” The rod struck with a resounding thud against Inkstone. The dark ink splattered everywhere, revealing parts of Innocent hidden within the flowing ink.
With that strike, Innocent felt a vulnerability open up. There was no time for anyone to hesitate; they rushed forward towards the Calamity Source behind Innocent.
After being struck by that blow, Innocent felt as if countless flies had invaded his ears, buzzing incessantly, and he saw countless stars in his vision. Even though Inkstone was powerful, it couldn’t completely negate the force of the attack. Moreover, the Black Iron Rod in the opponent's hand was also a formidable treasure. Innocent suffered another setback.
As everyone rushed towards the Two Women, Bloodthirst reached for the Inkstone above Innocent’s head.
“I’ve never missed something I set my sights on; hand it over.”
He intended to take advantage of Sun Wujing's powerful strike to directly seize Innocent's treasure.
"Get lost. When has it ever been someone else's turn to interfere in a fight with Old Sun?" While Innocent was still in a daze, he didn't expect Sun Wujing to suddenly change the momentum of his staff, drawing a profound arc in the air and smashing it down towards Bloodthirst.
Despite Sun Wujing's slender appearance, resembling a monkey, his staff technique was incredibly fierce. The Black Iron Rod, accompanied by shattered fragments of space, completely crushed Bloodthirst's determined attack.
"You dead monkey, do you really think I'm afraid of you!" Bloodthirst exclaimed upon seeing Sun Wujing abandon Innocent and turn his attention towards him. He couldn't help but feel frustrated; how could he forget that the other party was a madman?
This strike from Sun Wujing was essentially a favor for Innocent. Although Bloodthirst could not take his Inkstone, at least he would sustain some injuries. Suddenly, Bloodthirst found himself harboring less resentment towards Sun Wujing.
Bloodthirst had not anticipated such a sudden move from Sun Wujing, and as the two engaged in a chaotic battle, a voice suddenly rang out nearby.
"Quick, dodge! This is Celestial Treasure."
Looking up, he saw Yan Zhen, who seemed powerful enough to summon the Great Guardian Sword for protection. With one sword thrust, he pierced through the starry sea.
A ripple emanated from the sword tip, enveloping himself and the Two Women in its protective barrier. At the same time, the sword's momentum expanded and launched an attack against the others.
Even Sun Wujing and Bloodthirst were not spared; eleven Dao Sword beams firmly locked onto their targets. If it weren't for someone shouting out a warning, both Sun Wujing and Bloodthirst would have been struck directly by the sword beams.
Even so, when they realized something was amiss in the arena, the sword beams were already upon them. The two had no time to react and forcefully circulated their Celestial Essence to withstand the oncoming sword energy.
Sun Wujing managed to block the sword's momentum with his black rod but was still struck by the sword beam, leaving a nearly half-inch deep cut on the surface of the massive Black Iron Rod. Bloodthirst fared even worse, being sent flying backward. A piece of fabric from his left sleeve was cleanly sliced off.
The power of a single sword left an indelible mark in the hearts of the onlookers. Just by the strength displayed through this one strike, Yan Zhen compelled everyone to reevaluate the two young Cultivators before them.
"True Celestial Treasures are indeed genuine Celestial Artifacts!" someone among the Cultivators sighed.
In the Great Celestial Domain, Celestial Artifacts were not unheard of, but those were merely treasures from Recent Antiquity. Although they bore the title of 'celestial,' they paled in comparison to the Celestial Artifacts from ancient times.
For instance, the Black Iron Rod in Sun Wujing's hands was also a Celestial Treasure, forged after refining nearly a hundred fallen stars over many years. Among the eleven Cultivators present, it ranked among the top three treasures. Yet, even such a formidable artifact was cleaved open by a Dao Sword's edge, illustrating just how powerful Yan Zhen's Great Guardian Sword truly was!
"Child, hand over your sword, and we shall spare your life," one of the Cultivators said, his tone revealing his eagerness as he abandoned his dignity and attempted to intimidate.
Yan Zhen did not lift his head; he merely offered them his back. He had noticed someone stealthily approaching.
Innocent snapped back to reality and grinned arrogantly, a hint of crimson flashing across his handsome face.
"With my brother and me here, you won't get past!"
At that moment, his Blank Brush finally moved, targeting Bloodthirst directly. It struck through the void without any visible energy dispersing. Suddenly, Bloodthirst let out a series of strange cries, flailing about in a wild dance.
"You’re seeking death!" Bloodthirst roared in anger, shocked that he had been attacked by someone he considered an ant beneath him—a mere junior—leaving him utterly flustered.
The Blank Brush was the exclusive weapon of the Seven Unruly Disciples; its origins were unknown, passed down through generations.
A poem remained unwritten.
Innocent struck with a lethal move, the force of the brush slicing through the air, targeting Bloodthirst's vital points. The attack came from the most unexpected angle.
The Blank Brush was a Celestial Treasure, and its methods of attack were particularly strange. Even Zuo Dao could only defend against it by holding his ground, and it had to be a true defense to withstand the relentless onslaught.
There was no point in trying to trace the trajectory of the Blank Brush's attacks; unless one had reached the pinnacle of spatial mastery, they could only brace for impact.
Seizing the moment, Innocent unleashed the full force of his brush strokes before reluctantly withdrawing. Bloodthirst managed to block all incoming attacks just in time.
Initially, he had intended to take the hit head-on, but after experiencing the first strike, he realized that Innocent's brush could bypass his protective Celestial Essence and strike directly at his body. It dawned on him that this stunningly beautiful male cultivator was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing.
"Another Celestial Treasure."
The other cultivators were too preoccupied with Bloodthirst's predicament to appreciate his plight; their eyes burned with desire as they focused on the Blank Brush and Inkstone in Innocent's hands.
It wasn't greed that drove them; they understood that to seize the Calamity Source, they first needed to deal with these two troublesome cultivators.
"Can we get past them?"
"No way."
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