The King of Black Fog

Chapter 1323 581: Negotiation (Part 2)

Even though the True Dragon is confident of being invincible in the world, it doesn't dare to take action against such an alliance and can only face being obstructed with a cold demeanor.

The local battlefield has stabilized, and they have ceased their offensive to start discussions.

"Where is the Tathagata?"

"He has entered. This old monk is terrifying and has the potential to become a Saint."

"The Corpse Bone Gene has also gone in; this Saint Position is not easy to occupy."

"What about Always Invincible? Be cautious of this person."

"Battling the King of Black Fog, the Master of Destiny intervenes. It seems her destiny of being the seventh to become a Saint has been altered."

Hiss!

At this moment, a brilliant Sword Qi overflowed from the Holy Temple. Thunder waved his hand, and a patch of Thunder clapped the Sword Qi away.

The crowd changed color.

"Invincible Sword Energy!"

"How is this possible?!"

The heroes quickly looked into the distance. The King of Black Fog and Always Invincible continued their epic battle, the scene growing more and more exaggerated. Previously, it was a star system; now it appears like two universes.

The two great universes, spewing energy like mist, clash, collide, tear each other apart, continuing ceaselessly.

One rises while the other falls, one falls while the other rises, different Heavenly Wills clashing, obliterating all things.

"A clone?"

"Impossible!" An immediate denial came from a Heavenly Position.

With so many powerful individuals present, employing various methods, how could it allow the presence of clones, the main body mixing in?

"Huh?" The Heavenly Eye narrowed slightly.

"Heavenly Eye brother?" The crowd looked towards him.

"Future Body!" Even though it's just a pupil, others could see its shock.

"What do you mean?" inquired a bewildered Heavenly Position.

Heavenly Eye spoke solemnly: "What remains here is the present Always Invincible; inside the Holy Temple is the Always Invincible from a nanosecond later."

"Tathagata!" shouted a power alarmed who had crossed paths with the Tathagata, "He too has a Future Body!"

The crowd suddenly realized.

"The future bodies of the two engaged, causing space-time chaos. At the moment of Tathagata's Future Body being defeated, Always Invincible's Future Body could enter the present to vie for the Saint Position!"

"Should we kill the present Always Invincible?" Tian Yue asked coldly.

"No." Tianxing shook his head, "Killing her would only benefit the others; letting her become a Saint is okay—Always Invincible is a formidable opponent and will be a thorn later on."

None of them expected the King of Black Fog to kill Always Invincible; they were locked in a blood battle, but couldn't quickly determine the victor.

Suddenly, one of the two universes in the deep space disappeared, leaving Li Changzhou who slowly withdrew his Heavenly Will.

"Finally became a Saint," whispered a Heavenly Position.

The conflict within the Holy Temple swiftly dissipated, the dust settled, and those inside had ceased fighting.

The crowd entered the temple to find the old monk Tathagata sitting upright in the center of the hall, his head fallen aside, pinned to the ground with Invincible Sword Energy, golden blood flowing.

Zhang Bairen's body was full of holes, and his oozing blood was purple. He inhaled light energy deeply, almost nearing death.

Not far away, Corpse Bone Gene supported himself with a White Bone Banner, the manifested War Saint's flesh rotting and falling off.

The experts within the Holy Temple were wounded lightly or heavily, but no one attacked them, as no one desired futile battles.

There's the possibility of being replaced, and possibly being severely injured; once severely injured, they themselves become targets for killing.

"In the end, she became a Saint." Li Changzhou walked in with a Bronze Spear in hand.

"Tathagata is dead." Turquoise Pool approached him.

"Who can avoid death? Even the [Saint·Buddha] is dead; all beings are just passersby, and even Saints are no exception."

Among the thirty-two Saints on the Dam of Time, there is no [Saint·Buddha].

The ensuing attention turned to the two positions of quasi-saints, the crowd's gaze lingering on the wounded, selecting the two most severely injured, "inviting" them to become quasi-saints.

After experiencing the Sixth Holy Temple, the Seventh Holy Temple, there were only over three thousand powerful beings left.

——This cannot continue.

——The True Dragon already has an invincible momentum.

——Did you see it? Even now, joining forces can't stop the Corpse Bone Gene from entering the Holy Temple!

——Let's form an alliance. We can't let them pick us off one by one. Choose a few to swear Daoist Oaths; after they become Saints, they will protect the others!

Secret exchanges began.

Corpse Bone Gene said in a deep voice: "I have said from the beginning, the contest for the Saint Position doesn't have to be to the death. Having reached the Holy Temple, who doesn't have a chance to become a Saint by themselves? Why die in vain on the way?"

Clearly, he could intercept most of the voice transmissions.

Corpse Bone Gene continued: "Moreover, have you forgotten? There are thirty-two Saints upstream in time. Can twelve Saint Positions given by heaven and earth alone win?"

The Grand Young Lady also said: "At this juncture, we can talk now."

The expressions on everyone's faces changed.

To negotiate, everyone wanted to, but seven Saint Positions were gone, leaving only five. How could they negotiate?

The Corpse Bone Gene occupied one position, the True Dragon occupied another, the King of Black Fog took one, the Crown Princess took one, and the rest shared one?

How was that possible!

Yet, if not divided this way, would these four agree?

"How should we negotiate?" the Heavenly Book asked.

To her, it seemed impossible to negotiate.

"It's simple," the Crown Princess said. "For the upcoming trials, if it's not combat, no force should be used on each other; if it is combat, we can set up a stage and stop at the point of winning. The winner enters the main hall."

"Sounds easy!" Tian Sheng sneered. "If we are to set up a stage, we don't consider ourselves weak, but we also don't think we can win over Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, King of Black Fog, and you."

"Since ancient times, the weak are prey to the strong, and the strong are revered." The True Dragon's gaze shot out with Thunder.

"But you are not strong enough," Tian Zai said calmly and slowly. "You can still be restrained by us."

"Try and restrain me," the True Dragon's killing intent surged.

Nearly a hundred Heavenly Positions stood behind Tian Zai, confronting the True Dragon. They weren't necessarily allied with Tian Zai, but when facing the True Dragon, they united against him.

Such Strength, the True Dragon was certainly not a match.

But would the True Dragon be afraid?

The Dragon Lion, who dared to challenge him before, was also a top master, already killed by him personally.

"Stop talking crap, everyone relies on their own abilities. Life and death, take care of it yourself." He was arrogant and absolutely confident.

From the first Holy City to the seventh Holy City, from the first Holy Temple to the seventh Holy Temple, how few ambushes had he faced? Yet he was still alive!

After battling through a couple more Holy Temples, even if people besieged him together, they couldn't stop him!

He would storm the main hall and sanctify with Strength!

Everyone else understood this as well, starting to form alliances, deliberately targeting True Dragon, Corpse Bone Gene, Crown Princess, and King of Black Fog, among others.

The atmosphere was filled with murderous intent.

"It seems it's impossible to negotiate peacefully," Turquoise Pool suddenly smiled and said, "How about this: Crown Princess, Corpse Bone Gene, True Dragon, Zhang Bairen, The Three Pure Ones, Fairy, Demon Lord, Old Ghost, Little Demon, and us thirteen form an alliance to clear the field, then rely on our own means."

Everyone's complexion changed drastically.

They stared at Turquoise Pool, either with fierce looks or cold glances in their eyes.

She actually wanted to unite the isolated top masters and slaughter everyone else!

"Fine, these ants are a nuisance anyway, they should have been dealt with long ago!" The True Dragon was the first to agree, looking at Tian Zai and the others as if examining food.

"No." The Corpse Bone Gene refused, "Every fellow here has a chance to become a Saint; they are the Combat Power reserve of the Holy War and cannot be killed."

"It's not possible to kill them anyway," the Fairy said coldly, her jade-like bones and icy skin astonishingly beautiful, permeated by Immortal Energy.

Along the way, though not as aggressive as the True Dragon, the Fairy was undoubtedly a top master. Some even speculated she might have direct bloodline relations with [Saint·Immortal].

The Old Ghost rode a black ox, the ox stepping on bluish Ghostly Energy.

He looked kind and amiable, speaking softly: "There must be a plan; dying like this is not the way. Who here can guarantee they won't fall, or surely become a Saint?"

"Little Black, what do you think?" Little Demon looked at Li Changzhou.

Little Demon was petite and lovely, with a childlike innocence. Yet if she revealed her true form, even the Sun was no bigger than her fingernail, a real tigress.

"Little Black..." Li Changzhou was speechless.

After thinking, he said, "If you all can't solve the problem, what opinion could I have? I think we should keep it simple; for trials other than combat, no fighting; for combat trials, rely on one's own skills."

Their eyes flickered, weighing it in their hearts.

Even some collaborative alliances had different thoughts arise.

For example, the group led by Tian Zai would have opportunities if the trial was about Talents, but if entirely about combat, most would have no chance at all.

"I agree." The Corpse Bone Gene was the first to nod. "For trials of talent, the most talented should become a Saint."

The True Dragon was unimpressed: "The Holy Temple not stopping combat proves the greatest trial is still Combat Power."

"Your Combat Power is high, and yet you stand here negotiating just like us." Little Demon teased, "I also agree."

"Alright." The Crown Princess nodded.

"Okay," the Demon Lord also said.

"Indeed," the Old Ghost agreed.

The others gradually nodded.

The few dissenters could only acknowledge, for even the True Dragon dared not act recklessly, against the Trend.

"Then let's make an oath," Li Changzhou said.

Tian Shi exerted full power, condensing a Daoist Oath Paper, and all the Heavenly Positions branded their Heavenly Will on it.

"Okay, let's go." Everyone set off toward the eighth Holy Temple.

The atmosphere remained heavy, but it was unprecedentedly relaxed; some Heavenly Positions had to admit they really were afraid of dying.