Misguided practice of sinister cultivation techniques: Slander! The problem lies with you all, not me!-Chapter 923 - 486: Old Demon Duan—Merely a Toy of the Heavenly God
Biqi City, black clouds press down on the city, creating a scene of oppressive pressure.
But the terrifyingly oppressive black clouds stopped at the edge of the city, forming a standoff with Duan Yun on the city's wall.
In the face of Duan Yun's provocation, God Jue has yet to make an appearance.
Even though this is the greatest humiliation the Jue family has faced in decades.
To some extent, it is even the worst foreign insult Fusang's martial arts world has faced in decades.
Yes, although Black people can roam Fusang, they are noble Black people. Besides, Black people would not easily provoke the Jue family or the entire Fusang martial arts world. Yet this lowly Jiuzhou martial artist dares to urinate and defecate on their heads, and it hasn't been punished for all these days. It's quite unfathomable.
When Duan Yun caused chaos in Fengwu City, Fusang's local martial artists believed it was a result of a shameless sneak attack, catching them off guard with their top warriors absent—just like their tribe prefers to sneak attack others' ports—and when Duan Yun reached Biqi City and killed the Jue martial artist, it was also by disguising himself as a doctor for a sneak attack, shameless like a stinky rat sneaking around.
Later, when Duan Yun declared war against Fusang's entire martial arts world, they thought it was just for show, a reckless bluff, sure to end quickly once the Jue family's experts arrived, surely leading him to have no whole body left.
But as things progressed, their mindset began to shift.
Because they witnessed how this Old Demon killed the Jue family's four siblings.
The Jue family's four siblings were all elite members, yet they were slaughtered by him just like that.
In total, seven members of the Jue family have died at his hands, six of whom were the useful children of the Jue family.
Subsequently, he went on to slap dozens of Fusang martial artists to death, inviting them to retaliate, yet not a single Fusang martial artist dared to make a sound.
At this moment, in the eyes of Fusang's martial artists, Old Demon Duan seemed like a wall.
An exceedingly solid wall from Jiuzhou.
He stands before them, urinates and defecates above them, yet they are helpless.
They finally recognized that this is not merely a farce; this demented demon from Jiuzhou is capable of competing with Fusang's Grandmasters.
Declaring war on Fusang's martial arts world does not seem as foolish or suicidal.
Everyone thought that after suffering a major loss, the Jue family would lay low for a while before going after Old Demon's life, yet the Jue family's main force has arrived.
Everyone knows God Jue has over a thousand children, and purely in terms of blood relatives, they form the largest force within Fusang's martial arts world.
All of the Jue family's children are extremely formidable, even those deemed useless sons, relying on their innate bloodline advantages, can often hold their own individually. Thus, apart from gatherings, it is rare to see them acting together.
Yet at this moment, hundreds of Jue family's children have come together, forming an imposing presence, strong enough to alter the weather.
To have such a large number of Jue family members coming together is no longer a mere free action by the children below; God Jue's influence is apparent.
With the current upheaval, it would seem ignorant to suggest God Jue is detached, indifferent to such worldly matters.
Two days ago, God Jue issued an assembly order to his sons and daughters.
In two days, around three hundred blood relatives have rushed to Fusang.
This not only demonstrates God Jue's absolute control over his children, but is also due to the fact that Fusang is not that large a place.
In two days, it's been sufficient time for those receiving the assembly order to arrive swiftly.
These arriving three hundred children learned of the Jue family's elite four siblings' deaths, feeling mixed emotions.
The Jue family has always overwhelmed others, gathering so ostentatiously and should be invincible officially, but now they face a tough opponent and potential risks.
Yet risk also represents profit.
From another perspective, they are undoubtedly fortunate.
Because Father has ordered that attacking the Old Demon in full force and defeating him will make them strong competitors for the top ten children, and the remaining brothers and sisters who haven't arrived will become stepping stones for them, with Father God Jue personally refining them into Great Medicine for these victorious sons and daughters to enjoy.
What a lavish meal that will be!
Many Jue family sons and daughters are practically drooling.
But the prerequisite is that they must win.
If they win, they shall feast fiercely!
Will they win?
They will win!
Just because of the allure of Great Medicine, hundreds of children who initially competed with each other suddenly found a common belief.
A belief in victory!
At the same time, they are quite serious and prudent, as they know that Father is watching their performance from somewhere.
Duan Yun stood on the crooked city wall he had caused, looking at the army below, wondering: "Why haven't they attacked yet!"
Ziyu sat beside him, saying, "They are waiting for an opportunity."
"What kind of opportunity?"
"The opportunity to kill you."
"Just waiting like this, will it give them the chance to kill me?"
"In clashes between strong individuals, it's about testing who has greater patience."
"What nonsense. I'm not very patient, does that mean I'm not strong?"
Duan Yun complained as he ate grilled meat.
Though the grilled meat is tasty, it does induce heatiness.
Upon finishing the last piece of meat, Duan Yun planned to take some action.
"Time to play," Duan Yun said.
Night had already fallen, yet Biqi City remained brightly lit; not just inside the city, even the hills outside had people holding torches alight.
Because no one knew when the battle would begin, and nobody wanted to miss this grand spectacle.
