Everybody is Kung Fu Fighting, While I Started a Farm Chapter 523 – The Saints Would Not Interfere, Right?

Chapter 523: The Saints Would Not Interfere, Right?

It was incredibly difficult for plant beings to cultivate, but they would definitely become overwhelmingly powerful once the succeed.

For example, both the Cloudscraper Vine and Little Willow were as massive as a midsized living planet… as such, how powerful would the energies they possessed be?

Moreover, ordinary attacks did no damage to plants at all.

Their lifeforce was exceedingly powerful, and could almost instantly regenerate injuries such as broken branches.

“Jiang He!”

In the distance, Wang Hou was laughing aloud after hiding for a long time.

He took to the skies and went to Jiang He.

One of the new Grand Luo among the God-Demon alliance appeared utterly shocked and filled with disbelief upon seeing Jiang He right then—

“Him?”

“Impossible!”

“How long has it only been, and he has already cultivated to Grand Luo?”

Demonic Qi was like clouds around him, and it turned out to be Modolo, the Demon-race cultivator who had a chance encounter with Jiang He before.

Splat!

His face fell right then.

He looked down on his chest.

A mace with fearsome spikes had pierced his chest.

A dog's head then appeared over his back, its eyes filled with disdain as it coolly said, “A mere novice Grand Luo like you has the guts to be distracted in a battle like this?”

Modolo tried to fight back, but the mace contained an unusual energy.

His Yuan Spirit was devoured and drawn in by that energy, and all his qi, mystic energy, and lifeforce were rapidly draining away…

“I, Modolo, who stands over all beings, am going to be killed by a dog?”

That was Modolo's first thought.

“My armor is a mediocre-grade acquired soul treasure bestowed by my master… is that spiked mace of a higher grade than that?!”

That was Modolo's second thought.

“I…”

Even before he could have a third thought, a dog paw slammed toward him, slapping his head off.

Dumbo pulled out his spiked mace and turned toward another Grand Luo.

A combat armor materialized over his body just then.

It was black and emanating a dull glow, and was unscathed despite being bombarded by some of the Grand Luo's Daoist techniques and godly skills.

There was also a small bell over its head, its silhouette dangling obscurely as it built up a defense no average Grand Luo could pierce.

The bell itself was an inferior-grade acquired soul treasure, while the black armor was a superior-grade acquired soul treasure.

The spiked mace that Dumbo was holding was a superior-grade acquired soul treasure as well.

In fact, Dumbo even had braces flashing in golden light that was blinding whenever it bared its teeth.

Those braces were an inferior-grade acquired soul treasure, too.

In fact, Jiang He had personally made it for the dog.

It was only an inferior-grade acquired soul treasure because Jiang He did not have the materials to craft inferior-grade acquired soul treasures, and had to craft it as a premium-grade immortal item, which he then upgraded by planting…

After all, this was being 'armed to the teeth' in the most genuine sense.

In fact, it was not just Dumbo—Trumbo, the Nine Wise Rock Monkeys, the Seven Bottle Gourd Brothers, Hu Mei, Sora, Boa Hancock, and even the three-hundred over pseudo-Overdeities all had sets of inferior-grade acquired soul treasures.

They were already numerous, and combined with the advantage of mystic treasures, they gained an overwhelming victory in the battle despite their lacking average ability… indeed, after around eight foreign Grand Luo were killed in rapid succession, more pseudo-Overdeities appeared, encircling and killing more enemy Grand Luo, instantly reducing the ninety-nine enemy Grand Luo to eighty…

And that number was still rapidly dropping.

“Damn it!”

Lord Skyless of the God race and Moyin of the Demon race were the only Grand Luo not having a hard time in the battle.

Moyin was fighting the Golden Armor General—the Jade Emperor's clone… and judging from the scene, it was an even fight.

On the other hand, not only had Lord Skyless of the God race slain Demi-Saints before, but he was also an elite wielding innate soul treasures… however, despite being able to hold back the Cloudscraper Vine on one end, it would use its bottomless divine ability and frightening lifeforce to coil its tendrils around Lord Skyless, preventing him from freeing himself.

Some Grand Luo tried to escape through the entrance, but the willow tree proved too strong for them, and every person rushing toward it would be sent flying backwards with its whipping blows… when one of the top Grand Luo charged a burst of his secret technique to slice through it, Jiang He, who had been guarding near the entrance, cut him in twain with his sword.

The Grand Luo battlefield was a special place that could be entered or left through the nebula entrance.

Wang Hou, who was flying toward Jiang He, gaped at him and muttered, “Are these the reinforcements you've brought?”

“When did your dog become so powerful?”

“And are those… your maids? They are actually stronger than me?!”

“Even the seven brats are stronger than I am!”

Wang Hou began to doubt the meaning of his life then.

He had never met the foreign pseudo-Overdeities before and had simply presumed that they were reinforcements Jiang He had called forth. However, this was not the first time he had met Dumbo and the others, not to mention that he often considered himself the second best back on Earth.

He was convinced that, barring Jiang He, no one could be spoken of as an equal to himself.

Now, however, he doubted that.

After a few exclamations, Wang Hou turned, ready to charge into the fight, only to be kicked away by Dumbo, who barked, “Get lost! What can a novice thirteenth-tier martial artist like you do here!?”

Wang Hou was dumbstruck.

Jiang He laughed out loud and took out several bunches of grapes, saying, “We don't have to join the fray, Minister Wang… come, let's have some grapes first.”

Beyond the Grand Luo battlefield, the lurking elites could not see through the nebula entrance to see what was happening inside.

Even so, the many Grand Luo in the Celestial Court could see everything happening in the battle thanks to the Jade Emeperor's cloud mirror technique.

All of the Grand Luo were beside themselves with excitement.

“Haha! Those ninety-nine Grand Luo are all going to fall today!”

“Even the God-Demon races would be wounded if they lose so many Grand Luo. No one would be a match for the Three Realms in the battle between Grand Luo from now on!”

“Wait… is that a Grand Luo of the Sky Demon race? They have actually sent two Grand Luo this time… and I remember that there were three of them…”

Some of them were thrilled, while others were worried.

Lü Dongbin, newly ascended Grand Luo, influential Celestial Court minister, Pure Yang True Immortal, and Jiang He's friend said hesitantly, “Lord Skyless and Moyin are personal disciples of the patriarchs of the God-Demon races, and with so many Grand Luo from both races as well as their vassals… there's no telling if the leaders of the God-Demon alliance would interfere.”

“What are we afraid of?”

A Grand Luo laughed. “The world authority of the celestial battlefield is unique, and even Demi-Saints would have a hard time entering battlefield belonging to other tiers… or what, are the Saints going to interfere?”

The room became quiet when that Grand Luo finished.

Every Grand Luo exchanged glances…

After all, ninety-nine Grand Luo were too many!

No race in all the worlds had that many Grand Luo.

Aside from the thirty Grand Luo from the God-Demon alliance, the rest were all from their vassal races… it would be a devastating loss for the God-Demon alliance if all of them fell right here, and basically utter destruction for some of the weaker vassal races.

Meanwhile, at the God Realm, a majestic figure stepped out from the highest peak of the world and disappeared into the river of time.

At the Demon Abyss, a demonic figure that had two horns and was untold thousands of miles tall slowly opened his eyes. Extending a hand and grasping, he tore through the air ahead of itself, and strode within the spatial rift.

In the wildlands of Earth, an old man wearing Daoist robes and riding a blue ox suddenly looked up at the skies.

“Getting restless already?”

He waved his hand, and the air before him changed.

The blue ox beneath him leaped forward into the ever-changing space ahead.

Chapter end