181: Confrontation, battle in the starry sky

Just as the Human and Demon Clans returned to their respective territories.

The locations of the Immortal Race, Nether Race, and Spirit Race simultaneously erupted with a tremor that shook the entire Myriad Race Domain.

Such a vast display of power was felt by most of the Ten Thousand Races' experts, who didn't understand what was happening.

From the Immortal Race's ancestral land, a powerful expert, whose body was wreathed in celestial phenomena, emerged, startling the entire clan.

Similarly, from the ancestral lands of the Nether Race and Spirit Race, experts with awe-inspiring auras also emerged.

They didn't linger, retrieving a Quasi-Emperor Artifact from their clans before heading towards the border between the Human and Demon Clans.

Along the way, they made no attempt to conceal their auras, causing all the Ten Thousand Races they passed to tremble with fear.

They felt as if a sharp sword was suspended above their heads.

This commotion was naturally discovered by the Human and Demon Clans, who quickly reported it to their superiors.

Qing Lan's eyes also flashed with a hint of anxiety as he looked at the anxious Human Clan experts.

He hadn't expected the other party to act so quickly, and with such ferocity; if not handled properly, his responsibility would be immense.

Just as he was thinking of entering the Human Clan's ancestral land to seek assistance, a calm voice echoed in the main hall.

"No need to worry, leave this matter to this old man!"

The voice resonated directly with their minds, making them involuntarily feel a sense of submission.

Qing Lan's heart tightened in surprise, "So strong, far more terrifying than the Immortal Race's God Realm expert in the Ten Thousand Races Battlefield earlier."

Soon after, he felt an overwhelmingly powerful aura surge from a corner of the Human Clan's territory, heading towards the outer regions.

Just a moment ago, in a small, inconspicuous city within the Human Clan's territory...

An Old Beggar, dirty all over, with disheveled hair, holding a wine gourd, felt the three terrifying auras.

He shook his somewhat dizzy head, rubbed his wrinkled face, muttered to himself, and then vanished from his spot.

In the Demon Clan's ancestral land, a peak expert of the Demon Clan appeared, and just before leaving, he bowed slightly towards a lava valley.

In the starry sky, five figures appeared simultaneously, all exuding immensely powerful auras and astonishing killing intent.

"Human Clan, Demon Clan, you have killed our clansmen. Are you trying to start a decisive battle?"

The Immortal Race expert's tone was low as he questioned them.

"Indeed. It seems you truly believe that the alliance of the Human and Demon Clans can contend with us. If you don't give an explanation today, then let's go to war!"

The Nether Race expert said with a sinister tone.

The Spirit Race expert, on the other hand, was relatively calm, but a cold glint still flickered in his eyes as he slowly said, "My Spirit Race may have had some friction with you in the past, but it doesn't warrant this!"

"Haha, trying to be a saint after being a harlot? Do you really think your Spirit Race is something? Do you think we don't know about your dealings?"

The Demon Clan expert laughed as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world, mocking them.

"This old man doesn't care what you want to do, but disturbing my good days means you're crossing this old man!"

The Old Beggar looked completely drunk, his eyes hazy, yet his words showed no sign of backing down.

"It seems there's nothing more to say. Then let's settle it with our hands. I want to see what confidence you have to do this!"

The Immortal Race expert roared, his aura rapidly surging, causing ripples to spread through the dark starry sky.

The experts of the other two clans did the same, and three terrifying auras pressed down on the two.

"Hmph, do you really think I'm afraid of you?"

The Demon Clan expert laughed wildly, his aura also rising steadily.

The Old Beggar raised his wine gourd, took a sip, then carefully put it away, a piercing, almost tangible light bursting from his eyes.

His entire demeanor changed completely, losing its wild abandon and gaining a hint of sharpness.

The auras of the five figures swept through the starry sky, crushing nearby stars, and even some of the top experts of the Ten Thousand Races on the continent silently watched the sky with narrowed eyes.

The cultivation of these five individuals was all at the peak of the God Realm, just one step away from a leap in life, reaching an unfathomable realm: Quasi-Emperor!

Without a Quasi-Emperor, they were the pinnacle existences on the Tianwu Continent, towering above the Ten Thousand Races and looking down upon all living beings.

Boom!

The Immortal Race expert, wreathed in celestial light, moved first, a ten-thousand-foot fist print condensing out of thin air, indiscriminately smashing towards the two.

"Hmph!"

The Demon Clan expert snorted, his right hand transforming into a beast claw, covered in scales and gleaming with cold light.

Crack.

The ten-thousand-foot fist print exploded, instantly turning into nothingness, while the beast claw remained unharmed.

In the first clash, the Demon Clan expert actually gained the upper hand.

"As expected of the Dragon Race, their physical body is formidable. I must say, in a head-on confrontation, even I might not fare well."

The Immortal Race expert spoke indifferently.

"Less nonsense, just attack!"

Hearing this, the other party said no more, forming hand seals, and a boundless divine mountain materialized deep within the starry sky.

A profound sense of weight, enough to suppress heaven and earth, emanated from it.

Roar!

The Demon Clan expert no longer concealed his strength, transforming into a thousand-zhang long azure giant dragon with a shake of his body, letting out a high-pitched dragon roar.

Its giant tail swung, an azure light flashed, carrying infinite power as it fiercely lashed upwards, striking at the descending divine mountain.

Clang!

The dragon's tail struck the base of the divine mountain, emitting an earth-shattering roar, and the terrifying aftershocks spread, forming black holes.

The powerful tail strike also shattered the divine mountain, causing it to crack continuously before exploding with a crash.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, a nether claw appeared beside the Azure Dragon, attempting to launch a fatal sneak attack.

But a gourd just happened to block the claw's path, emitting an orange-yellow light and spinning rapidly.

The claw was annihilated by the gourd, and the Nether Race expert stared at the Old Beggar with a gloomy expression.

The Old Beggar scoffed, "The Nether Race is as insidious as ever. Come on, it's been a long time since I've fought, my old bones are a bit itchy."

This wasn't the end; the Old Beggar's gaze once again turned to the Spirit Race expert standing in the starry sky.

He then continued, "And you, come at me together!"

"Arrogant!"

The two spoke simultaneously, not holding back, and with a movement of their bodies, they appeared on either side of the Old Beggar.

The Spirit Race expert produced a war hammer, raised it, and smashed it towards the Old Beggar, causing the space in front of him to collapse.

The Nether Race expert, meanwhile, was wreathed in black mist that enveloped the surroundings, firmly locking the Old Beggar within a certain range.

His figure concealed, he waited for an opportunity, hoping to find a flaw during their battle, like a venomous snake hidden in the shadows.

The Old Beggar's expression also became slightly serious; fighting two opponents, even with his absolute confidence, he couldn't afford the slightest carelessness.

Often, in battles of this caliber, victory or defeat is decided in an instant.

He took out an ordinary wooden staff and blocked the hammer blow in front of him.

Just as he shook off the war hammer, the Nether Race expert moved, a ghostly light shooting out from the black mist.

It was a Soul-Locking Nail, specifically designed to restrain the divine soul. If struck by it...

It would seal off a portion of the divine soul's power, disrupt combat instincts, and affect the battle.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and he swung the staff in his hand, striking the Soul-Locking Nail that was about to reach him.

Bang!

The Soul-Locking Nail was knocked away, but the Spirit Race expert's attack arrived again.

The Old Beggar felt a strong threat from behind him, and as he turned, he saw a giant phantom, wielding an illusory war hammer, smashing down fiercely.