Chapter 676: Final Battle

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the bustling hub of Lingjiang, over a hundred civilian intelligence units worked tirelessly, comparing and cross-referencing data to ensure the utmost accuracy in the information they churned out.

Gou Jie was immersed in the latest reports, his face stoic as he read about the six royal clans, a development he seemed to anticipate.

“The six royal clans have already recovered all the land they lost in the past few years and once again blocked the three sects in their headquarters.”

But as his eyes moved to the next piece of information, his composed facade crumbled, giving way to visible shock. “This… How is this possible?”

He quickly shared the distressing news with the others. The information detailed a recent confrontation at the cliff of the Hundred Villages where the sect masters from the three sects faced a surprising defeat at the hands of the white tiger clan’s leader.

“The masters of the three sects are all top-notch kings… They weren’t inferior in any way to the leaders of the six royal clans. But now, how could they be defeated by the white tiger clan’s leader alone?” Xiang Mingfeng said.

Xiang Mingfeng, radiating an intense heat that seemed to bother others around him, expressed his disbelief at the turn of events. The intensity of his power had clearly magnified during his two years of seclusion, but this news rattled him deeply.

The gathering quickly turned into a whirlpool of speculations and apprehensions, with everyone attempting to piece together the puzzle presented before them.

“Could it be that there’s a problem with the ancestral blood we sold to them?” Fang Huo said.

Gou Jie dismissed the likelihood, citing their successful infiltration into the ranks of the six royal clans over the past two years. This had granted them access to numerous secrets and revelations.

The conversation veered toward an intricate web of alliances and betrayals involving the white tiger clan’s leader and his affiliates.

The Purple Flame King explained, “Back then, the white tiger clan’s leader was using the younger brother, Bai Mu, and his strategist, Bai Si, to exchange information with us. We accidentally got information from Bai Si that a portion of the ancestral blood might have been taken away by Bai Mu. We even guessed that this military advisor also received a portion.”

As the discussion escalated, skepticism marred the atmosphere, with Le Ji’an and Qi Shan exchanging cold remarks.

“Do you believe that? That’s the ancestral blood. Even if they’re blood-related, he wouldn’t share it with Bai Mu.”

Qi Shan sneered. “Then what if one of them hid it? After all, based on our understanding of Bai Wuya, he would definitely sell information to buy the ancestral blood, but he definitely wouldn’t reveal everything. Unless Bai Mu and Bai Si are too greedy.”

Tensions escalated, marked by sardonic laughter from Hua Yanli who rejected the concocted theories outright, branding them as fictional creations.

The meeting seemed to fray at the edges, the skepticism turning into mistrust, with several members shooting unfriendly and accusatory glances toward the Seven Supremes in the sky. It was evident that the bonds uniting them were fragile, marred by past battles and bloodshed. The uneasy alliance, which had seen them sit across each other and converse, seemed to hang by a thread.

But underneath the surface, lingering suspicions persisted, fueling doubts that Qi Shan and his group might be harboring secret alliances with the six great royal clans, perhaps plotting a devastating betrayal.

Qi Shan discerned the mounting distrust among the group. With a disdainful snort, he said, “I’ve already said it. It’s up to you whether you believe me or not.

If it doesn’t work, you can go to the six royal clans to gather information.”

“Back in Ye City, didn’t I steal the supply route map right under your nose? Have you forgotten so quickly?” Hua Yanli chuckled.

“What did you just say?”

“Enough.’

Just as the situation seemed to escalate further, a voice echoed from the heavens, instantly commanding the attention of everyone present.

A figure of unparalleled authority appeared amidst them, a figure they recognized and respected – Qin Huai, the Alliance Master.

“Alliance Master!”

The very essence of his being seemed to emanate a power so vast that it involuntarily dispersed into ripples around him. This prompted everyone to reflexively elevate their defenses, raising their king’s force to withstand the formidable presence.

“The final battle is coming,” Qin Huai spoke, his words carrying a gravity that seemed to freeze time itself. The kings did not dare to look him in the eye. He depicted a horrifying vision he had witnessed — an unseen force engulfing the providence of the West Cauldron State and the state city where the six great royal clans were located, altering the very fabric of the sky above the three sects. It was a revelation that took everyone by surprise, as it was information not accounted for in their intelligence reports.

Qin Huai turned his piercing gaze towards Qi Shan. “Is what you said just now true?”

“Absolutely.” Qi Shan responded fervently, reaffirming the veracity of his earlier claims, detailing the intricate deception they had played on the dog-headed military advisor, Bai Si, and his ally, Bai Mu.

His admission, coming at this juncture, elicited a frustrated response from Hua

Yanli. “Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”

Qi Shan’s retort was sharp and filled with disdain for the distrust exhibited by his counterparts, emphasizing the historic tendency of humans to betray one another.

“Humph!” Hua Yanli snorted coldly and did not say anything else.

In the midst of this heated exchange, Qin Huai called for unity and vigilance, “Everyone, please put in a lot of effort during this period of time. Don’t let go of any signs of trouble.”

But before any further conversation could unfold, a startling realization occurred — Qin Huai’s figure started to disintegrate, revealing itself to be nothing more than an illusion.

“He… It’s just an illusion?”

As Qin Huai’s figure dissipated, Xiang Mingfeng and others couldn’t hold back their amazement. This revelation left the assembly in a state of bewilderment, exchanging uneasy glances as they processed the cryptic message and the disappearing figure of their revered leader.

“Speaking of which, that Bai Mu is really ridiculous. It’s fine if he sold the route of the nine kings, but he even wants to cheat his own brother.”

“If that white tiger clan’s Bai Wuya really obtained the ancestral blood, he would probably have already reached the level of the dragon clan’s ancestor by now, right?”

Everyone sighed. But while lamenting at Bai Si and Bai Mu’s absurdity, they also rejoiced. It was all thanks to the two of them that they managed to buy them precious time.

Qi Shan continued, “But Bai Si hasn’t sent a message to me for more than a month. I don’t know what happened…

This left them all in a pondering silence.

Meanwhile, Bai Wuya of the white tiger clan sternly marched into the Desolate Ancient Grand Hall, an imposing space where numerous individuals knelt in deference.

His steps echoed ominously as he approached a secret room that hid a horrifying scene: a pool filled with boiling blood, bubbles thick with the essence of life rising to the surface. Amidst this gruesome sight floated the skeletal remains of Bai Mu and Bai Si, a testimony to a horrifying act.

Overwhelmed with grief and guilt, Bai Wuya held the skeletal remains of the two people in his hands, lamenting the tragic path they had chosen, guided by treachery and greed.

“My little brother… Why did you do such a stupid thing… It’s my fault. It’s all my fault! I failed to look after you and let such a treacherous person lead you astray.”

With tears streaming down his face, he unleashed a fury of despair and anger, annihilating the remains in a ghastly feast of sorrow and self-blame.

Then, he bit down on the bone in his right hand. The white bones shattered into pieces as Bai Wuya’s sharp teeth devoured them.

Bai Wuya continued to chew on his younger brother’s corpse. The pool, once brimming with blood, soon found its contents diminished, absorbed wholly by Bai Wuya in an act of frantic desperation, a chorus of his cries echoing in the grim chamber.

Behind the door, Qiong Mou, the leader of the Qiongqi clan, appeared quietly, witnessing the ghastly scene unfolding before him. “How is it? How is the

stripping technique I created for you?”

Bai Wuya slowly stood up, the tears on his face still flowing uncontrollably. But his voice had already calmed down. “It’s good. The power of the entire ancestral blood has already entered my body. That person from the Sacred Heart Sect wants to use this method to break through the final stage?”

“Indeed.” Qiong Mou spoke with an air of superiority and cunning, revealing his own manipulative and opportunistic nature. “To be honest, he is more like a Qiongqi than my own clansmen… He was really smart to think of such a method.”

He added, “However, he isn’t a true Qiongqi. He still has to rely on me to use this divine ability.”

The Sacred Heart Sect had stolen the bloodline abilities of the six royal clans.

Qiong Mou had also secretly learned the cultivation method of the Sacred Heart Sect’s master. He felt that he had just returned what he had borrowed.

Suddenly, Bai Wuya belched loudly, a testament to the grotesque act he had just committed. The sheer force of it caused the entire room to shudder, the foundations threatening to give way under the immense power now housed within him..