122: Chapter 122 Eight major families!

Tianji Mountain Range.

Four Divine Beasts Clan.

"Lord Allen, Prefect Beirut."

Patriarch Gaisersen walked in quickly, his posture lowered to the very dust.

"For the two of you to grace the Tianji Mountain Range with your presence is truly our clan's honor."

"I have already ordered a banquet to be prepared. Please, you must do us the honor of attending."

Beirut gave a strange laugh and looked at Allen.

"Kid, what do you say?"

"This is the highest level of hospitality from the Four Divine Beasts Clan. Even I didn't get this kind of treatment before."

Allen glanced at Delia, who was gradually waking up, and then at Linley, who had not yet recovered from his ecstasy.

"Then let's have a bite."

At the banquet, there was fine nectar, jade-like wine, rare delicacies, and exotic fruits...

Every single dish was worth a fortune.

Patriarch Gaisersen sat at the side, acting exceptionally warm and welcoming.

"Lord Allen, you haven't been in Hell for very long, have you?"

"Although our Four Divine Beasts Clan has declined, our foundation is still here."

"As long as you speak the word, we can find any resource for you."

This attempt to win him over could not be any more direct.

Several Elders chimed in, their eyes filled with fanaticism as they looked at Allen.

In their eyes, Allen was now the clan's saving grace.

Even if they just had Allen show his face outside the mountain range.

Those bastards from The Eight Great Clans would be scared into rolling back to their hometowns overnight.

Beirut drank to himself, not saying a single word.

Allen put down his wine cup, his gaze sweeping over Patriarch Gaisersen.

His eyes were cool and clear, as if he could see through everything.

"Clan Chief Gaisersen."

"Who do you think is in the right and who is in the wrong in the grudge between the Four Divine Beasts Clan and The Eight Great Clans?"

Patriarch Gaisersen was stunned.

He had originally thought Allen would propose some conditions or boast about his strength, but he hadn't expected him to ask such a sudden question.

"This... naturally, they are despicable and shameless!"

"Back when the Old Ancestors were still around, which one of them didn't tremble in fear?"

"Now they actually dare to band together to bully our clan!"

Patriarch Gaisersen spoke with gritted teeth.

Linley sat to the side, but uncharacteristically remained silent.

Having roamed Hell for so long, he had witnessed too much of the Law of the jungle.

Allen turned his head to look at Linley.

"What do you think?"

Linley fell silent for a moment, his voice deep.

"I think... both sides are at fault."

"During the era of the Old Ancestors, our clansmen were indeed too arrogant. How many people did we kill, and how many families did we wipe out?"

"Our current plight is perhaps just Karma."

Linley paused, looking out the window at the valley dyed red with blood.

"But after all, I am a member of the Four Divine Beasts Clan."

"I don't want to watch my clansmen die one after another."

"If possible, I hope this war can end as soon as possible."

Bebe grew anxious listening from the side and directly clamored.

"Big Brother Allen, you're the strongest!"

"As long as you take action, those eight trashy Clan Chiefs, wouldn't they each be taken down with a single slap?"

Allen couldn't help but laugh.

This little mouse was still as hyperactive as ever.

He looked at Beirut.

Beirut put down his wine cup, his shrewd little eyes full of smiles.

"Don't look at me."

"I'm just a retired Prefect now. I don't do this kind of work that offends people."

Obviously.

Beirut was passing the buck to Allen.

Allen naturally understood Beirut's meaning.

This old schemer wanted him to step forward, completely deter the situation, and pave the way for Linley along the way.

"Fine."

Allen was concise.

"Tomorrow, I will go and take a look at those so-called Eight Great Clans."

That night.

The entire Tianji Mountain Range boiled with excitement.

The clansmen of the Four Divine Beasts Clan celebrated joyously, and even the severely wounded struggled to sit up and drink.

Meanwhile, within the camp of The Eight Great Clans, the atmosphere became eerie and unpredictable.

The eight Clan Chiefs, who had originally planned to launch a general offensive the next day, were currently sitting in a secret grand hall.

"Who saw it clearly?"

"Is it really that Skyfire Asura?"

The Clan Chief of the Boleyn Clan had a gloomy face, his finger lightly tapping the table.

"I saw it clearly."

"That fiery red streak of light, there is absolutely no mistaking it."

"And that old fellow Beirut, how did they get together?"

"So what if he is the Skyfire Asura?"

"With our Eight Great Clans joining forces, even a Peak Asura would have to keep their distance!"

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A burly Clan Chief snorted coldly, not caring at all.

"Foolish!"

The Clan Chief of the Edrick Clan slammed the table.

"Latest news."

"That guy saved Linley's wife in the Tianji Mountain Range."

"It is said... he used sovereign force, and there was absolutely no fluctuation!"

The grand hall instantly fell into a dead silence.

Even the most arrogant Clan Chief felt a chill run down his spine at this moment.

No fluctuation in sovereign force...

What did this mean?

This meant Great Perfection!

"Impossible..."

"How could a Great Perfection expert meddle in such trivial matters?"

Their voices already carried a hint of an uncontrollable tremble.

The next day.

The morning sun shone obliquely on the pass of the Tianji Mountain Range.

The allied forces of the eight major powers gathered. Tens of thousands of Highgods formed ranks, their pressure causing the surrounding mountains to tremble.

The eight Clan Chiefs stood in a line, their expressions solemn.

However.

Right in front of them.

There was only a single figure.

Allen stood with his arms crossed, quietly floating in mid-air.

He wore no armor and carried no weapons, looking just like a tourist out for a stroll.

Yet, it was this single person who suppressed the millions-strong allied army so much that they did not dare to take a single step.

"I will give you one day."

Allen's voice was not loud, but it boomed in everyone's ears.

Arrogant!

Arrogant to the extreme!

An Elder of The Eight Great Clans couldn't help but roar in anger.

"Who do you think you are?"

"Do you think a Great Perfection expert can cover the heavens with a single hand?"

"Our Eight Great Clans are no pushovers either!"

Allen did not speak.

He merely cast a faint glance at that Elder.

"Boom!"

Without any warning.

That Elder, who had the strength of a Seven-Star Fiend, was instantly crushed as if by an invisible giant hand, turning into a cloud of blood mist in an instant.

Even his divine spark was blasted away.

Everyone felt as if they had plunged into an ice cave.

The Clan Chief of the Boleyn Clan stepped forward, gritting his teeth, his eyes full of unwillingness.

He was a Water Affinity Asura who had been famous for hundreds of thousands of years, and he even wore a material defense sovereign artifact.

"Skyfire Asura!"

"The blood debt owed by the Four Divine Beasts Clan is not something you can pay off alone!"

As he spoke, a thick, watery blue glow rose around his body.

Obviously.

He had also used sovereign force.

"If you can take one of my Moves without retreating, we will withdraw our troops immediately!"

This was already his final stubborn stand.

He felt that with a defensive sovereign artifact protecting him, even a Great Perfection expert could not instantly kill him.

As long as he could withstand one Move, the face of The Eight Great Clans would be preserved.

A barely perceptible curve appeared at the corner of Allen's mouth.

This kind of confidence.

He had once had it too.

But after witnessing true power, how ridiculous did such confidence seem.

"As you wish."

Allen's figure moved.

There were no complex profound mysteries, and no flashy Moves.

He simply stretched out a hand, traversed the distance of space, and lightly pressed it against the Boleyn Clan Chief's chest.

"Dong!"

It was a dull thud, similar to an ancient bell being struck.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of experts.

The defensive sovereign artifact barrier that the Boleyn Clan Chief was so proud of actually shattered like fragile glass.

His entire body turned into a shooting star, directly piercing through three large mountains behind him.

Boulders shattered.

Dust filled the sky.

When the Boleyn Clan Chief struggled to crawl out of the ruins, his chest had completely collapsed.

His divine body was on the verge of collapsing!

One had to know.

He was wearing a sovereign artifact!

To think that such a terrifying penetrative power could be produced right through a sovereign artifact!

Great Perfection...

This was the true Great Perfection!

The remaining seven Clan Chiefs were so frightened that their faces turned pale, not even daring to harbor the thought of fleeing.

Allen withdrew his hand, his eyes calmly sweeping over the allied forces.

"Retreat!"

"Withdraw the troops!"

It was unknown who shouted first.

The originally orderly allied army instantly collapsed like a landslide.

The so-called Alliance of The Eight Great Clans shattered faster than tofu in front of the absolute power of a Great Perfection expert.

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