Chapter 6741 Coincidence
Dozens of figures appeared ahead, blocking their path. All of them were from the demon race and bore two horns on their heads. Their auras closely resembled those of the Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race.
“It’s the Blood Ox race!” exclaimed Niu Shantang.
Before he could say more, dozens of Divine Sovereigns stepped forward, halting the bronze battleship midair.
“The Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race really has fallen this far. You sent only a single Divine Sovereign this time? Have the rest of you died off already?” sneered a large ox-man with a warhammer strapped on his back.
This elder seemed to be the leader of this Blood Ox race’s group.
“Senior, the Blood Ox race has always been allies with the Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race. Why are you blocking our path?” Niu Shantang asked, cupping his fists toward the Blood Ox elder.
“Hmph, cut the crap. Either come with us and swear loyalty to the Golden Horn race, or die!” demanded the Blood Ox elder.
“Y-you’re...!” Niu Shantang was shocked. The Blood Ox race had been one of the Fullmoon race’s followers, but now they were the Golden Horn race’s lackeys.
“Hmph, you don’t seem to understand your situation. You won’t submit until you see blood, is that it?” another Blood Ox expert barked impatiently.
This expert seemed to have a terrible temper. Without waiting for a reply, he charged straight onto the battleship.
The ancient battleship trembled. The Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race had no means to repair it, and its defensive formation was barely existing. Other than scaring off weaklings, it didn’t have much use.
The disciples panicked and instinctively drew their weapons.
However, the reckless expert from the Blood Ox race directly blew apart once he had passed through the thin barrier.
They indeed saw blood, just not the kind the Blood Ox race had expected.
The remaining Blood Ox experts froze in shock. Before they could react, a ripple of violet light spread outward, enveloping them all.
They were horrified to discover they couldn’t move—not even a finger.
Just then, a sharp finger-snapping sound rang out in everyone’s ears.
Another ripple spread from Long Chen’s hand.
The first ripple had frozen them in place, while the second crushed all the Divine Sovereigns.
Within the primal chaos space, Zhi Zhi grumbled. It stealthily sent out some tentacles, only to silently retract them upon touching their blood.
Only then did Zhi Zhi realize just how weak these so-called Divine Sovereigns were. Tossing them into the primal chaos space would be a waste of effort.
In the past, Zhi Zhi had been a good child who understood the principles of stacking wealth. It sucked anything into the primal chaos space, no matter how little energy it provided.
But after the Devil Slaying Battlefield, it had lost its appetite for such feeble flesh.
Now it knew why Long Chen didn’t bother keeping their corpses intact. They weren’t even worth being devoured by the black soil.
With a snap of his fingers, Long Chen had killed dozens of Divine Sovereigns, shocking Niu Shantang and the disciples.
They had known that Long Chen was powerful, but not to this degree.
After the bloodshed, the battleship resumed its journey. Without needing to be told, Niu Shantang increased its speed to the limit.
Although the battleship was ancient and lacked offensive or defensive abilities, it was quite dependable in terms of speed.
Previously, Niu Shantang hadn’t dared to speed up for fear of offending others. He had also been worried about Long Chen abandoning them once trouble arose.
Now, having witnessed Long Chen’s power and attitude, Niu Shantang understood something clearly. Until they reached the Tiger Venerate line’s territory, Long Chen would protect them.
As the battleship sped through the air, Long Chen continued questioning him. Niu Shantang answered everything he knew.
The Golden Horn, Rock Crystal, and Fullmoon races had once been unified under the Fullmoon race, which itself was loyal to the Tiger Venerate line.
As a result, every time the Tiger Venerate line fought the outsider devils, the Fullmoon race bore the heaviest burden. In the final battle, the Fullmoon race didn’t send reinforcements, not because they didn’t want to, but because they couldn’t.
The previous conflict had fractured the Fullmoon race, plunging it into civil war. Though the turmoil was eventually suppressed, their losses were devastating.
The current Fullmoon race could no longer be considered the king of the ox demon race. The Rock Crystal and Golden Horn races were growing at a shocking rate. Their ambition to replace the Fullmoon race was no secret.
They were simply waiting for a chance.
Niu Shantang suspected that the Qi Current Grand Ceremony was their long-awaited chance—the moment when a new king would be crowned.
When Long Chen asked which side the Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race would choose, Niu Shantang smiled bitterly.
The Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race’s disciples were incredibly weak. They would probably be eliminated before the ceremony.
Choice was a luxury they didn’t possess. They would follow whoever emerged as king.
Long Chen asked some more questions, but Niu Shantang’s knowledge was limited. He himself had never gone beyond his race’s territory.
A large city soon appeared up ahead—the first decent city Long Chen had seen here. Although it was worn down, at least it was properly maintained.
Long Chen also sensed the aura of the human race inside. This was clearly a city open to all races.
Far away from the city, Niu Shantang halted the battleship and had everyone disembark.
They entered on foot. At the gate, Niu Shantang presented an item that granted them entry.
Niu Shantang introduced this place to Long Chen.
The city lay within demon race territory. The ox demon race had a bit of fame here, and since they were participants in the Qi Current Grand Ceremony, arrangements had already been made for their arrival.
Dozens of transportation formations operated without pause. Each activation sent off a large group of experts, one wave after another.
Even so, the queue remained long.
Experts from countless races filled the area, perhaps millions. Against such numbers, a group like the Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race with only a few thousand members was considered unique.
“The line is quite long,” Long Chen said, frowning.
Just then, a shout rang out.
“Spirit Mark Barbarian Ox race, come forward!”
Because their numbers were so small, they were unexpectedly allowed to move ahead when one group had some space left over.
Long Chen couldn’t help but smile. Life really was full of nice surprises; even a weak group had its advantages.
With Long Chen concealing his aura, no one paid him any attention as he blended into the group. The transportation formation activated.
“How could ants travel alongside dragons? What an insult!” an expert sneered.
He clearly felt that they were on a completely different level, and just breathing in the same air as them was an insult.
The scenery twisted and shifted.
When it stabilized, a vast sea of figures stretched endlessly before them, covering the land.
After exiting the formation, Niu Shantang quickly led their group away from the crowds. He was worried someone would say something that would provoke Long Chen.
Before long, Niu Shantang located a contact and handed over an item. The person examined it and immediately escorted them away.
After flying for several hours, they arrived at a new camp.
The moment they appeared, thunderous cheers erupted from the surroundings.
“Heavens, are we so lucky? We’re getting to see the new Fullmoon divine son?” shouted Niu Shantang excitedly.
Long Chen followed his gaze.
Space rippled, and an extraordinarily handsome man emerged, surrounded by countless followers.
Long Chen froze when he saw the divine son.