273: Chapter 273 Movements of All Parties

The intelligence that the Tiger Clan and the Fire Clan were about to engage in a decisive battle had swept across the entire Eastern Land like a hurricane.

Those powerful tribes harboring ulterior motives, secretly spying from the shadows, moved upon hearing the news, each calculating their own schemes.

The Eastern Land, Qingqiu.

Here, peach blossoms filled the sky, and spiritual mist swirled.

The Fox Clan Clan Chief, Hu Mei'er, stood barefoot in the Void Realm.

She wore a light, pink and white gauze dress, her nine tails flickering in and out of sight behind her. Within her soul-captivating peach-blossom eyes, the glow of fire and Geng Metal were reflected.

"Interesting, truly interesting..."

Hu Mei'er raised her jade hand to cover her mouth and chuckled, her voice melting into the bones:

"I thought those two clans would play house for another few hundred years! Who would have thought! They are actually flipping the table to wage a decisive battle so quickly."

"With them suffering mutual destruction so quickly, I am truly a bit reluctant..."

The Tiger Clan and the Fire Clan were the two hegemons of the Eastern Land; the wars in the East mainly revolved around these two clans.

Changing the subject, the seductive smile on Hu Mei'er's face instantly vanished. She turned to look at the Void Realm behind her, her voice as cold as frost:

"Accelerate the restoration of the Nine Absolute Illusory Annihilation Formation Flag! This war, our clan can only succeed and cannot fail, understand!"

"Rest assured, Clan Chief, we are refining day and night and will certainly be able to restore the Formation Flag to its original state before the decisive battle."

"Good. This time, I must let those two clans taste the methods of my Fox Clan..."

From deep within the Void Realm, several equally seductive and enchanting voices replied, acknowledging the order.

Hu Mei'er smiled seductively, then drifted back into the depths of Qingqiu, quietly waiting for the storm to rise.

Meanwhile, in a Small World in the southern part of the Eastern Region, lay the territory of the Water Clan.

Compared to the ghostly charm of Qingqiu, the core hall of the Water Clan was filled with the murderous aura of iron horses and golden spears.

In the center of the hall, a huge sand table formed from ten-thousand-year black ice and Innate Kui Water was emitting a deep blue light.

On the sand table, the mountains and ley lines of the Eastern Land were clearly evolving, and the area representing the border between the Tiger Clan and the Fire Clan was flashing with a blinding blood-red light.

The Water Clan Clan Chief, Shui Ming, looked solemn. Together with a group of Water Clan Elders, they were gathered in front of the sand table, analyzing the situation with grim expressions.

"Clan Chief, this is a heaven-sent opportunity!"

The Water Clan Grand Elder pointed to another area on the sand table covered in mist and advised excitedly:

"Nowadays, the eyes of all the tribes in the East are almost entirely attracted by the decisive battle between the Fire Clan and the Tiger Clan. The Ape Clan must be the same!"

"Clan Chief! Our clan should take this opportunity to secretly assemble our elite forces and launch a sneak attack on the Ape Clan with lightning speed to annex them!"

As soon as this proposal was made, a commotion erupted in the hall, and many Elders echoed in agreement:

"The Grand Elder is absolutely right! If we swallow the Ape Clan, our Water Clan's Luck will soar. When we turn back to deal with the mutually weakened Tiger and Fire Clans, the position of hegemon of the East will be within our grasp!"

"Please make a decision quickly, Clan Chief!"

Listening to the noisy petitions in his ears, Shui Ming remained non-committal.

His deep blue eyes stared fixedly at the sand table, and he continuously deduced various possibilities within his Primordial Spirit.

As the current opponent of his Water Clan, the strength of the Ape Clan was not much different from his own.

Although, given the arrogant and reckless nature of the Ape Clan, they would indeed relax their vigilance during the decisive battle and send a few Quasi-Saints to the battlefield to observe the situation.

While the Water Clan had confidence in a decapitation sneak attack, they would ultimately be met with a desperate counterattack, and the Quasi-Saints within the clan would inevitably suffer losses.

Like the Water Clan, the Ape Clan did not possess a Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Trading the lives of several Quasi-Saints for a sneak attack that would not significantly increase their combat power... was not advisable!

"Everyone shut up!"

After having a goal, Shui Ming shouted coldly. A powerful Late Stage Quasi-Saint pressure instantly swept through the hall, forcefully suppressing the noise.

He scanned the room and finally landed his gaze on the Grand Elder, saying in a gloomy tone:

"Grand Elder, still want to sneak attack the Ape Clan? I think you have been muddled by the Tribulation Qi!"

"Like our clan, the Ape Clan does not have a Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure. Even if the sneak attack succeeds, so what?! Both sides suffer, and we get a few useless High Grade Innate Spirit Treasures?"

For mid-to-Late Stage Quasi-Saint Cultivators, the utility of High Grade Innate Spirit Treasures is far inferior to Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures.

After all, those three Saints are still using Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures.

"When the war between the Tiger Clan and the Fire Clan ends, no matter which clan wins, the first thing they will do when they turn around is to take my mutually-weakened Water Clan as the next target to devour!"

The hall suddenly fell into a dead silence, and the originally fanatical Elders instantly sobered up.

The Grand Elder was even stunned in place by Shui Ming's lecture; when he came to his senses, his Daoist robe was already covered in water stains.

The Grand Elder touched his cuffs, feeling the rich water vapor, his voice stuttering and trembling.

He turned to look at Shui Ming and cupped his hands: "The Clan Chief is right to rebuke me!"

Shui Ming gave a soft grunt, then placed his hands behind his back and took a deep breath, a flash of unprecedented madness and determination appearing in his eyes:

"If our clan wants to compete for the Heavenly Dao Fruit Position in this Tribulation, one Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure is indispensable."

"And whether it is Patriarch Bai Huang or Yan Yan, they both possess Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasures in their hands. The struggle between the Fire and Tiger Clans is the best opportunity for our clan to seize a Top-Grade Innate Spirit Treasure!"

He slapped the core of the sand table and said sternly:

"Pass down the order! Ignore the Ape Clan, the whole clan prepares for war! A thousand years later, when those two clans start their war, our Water Clan... will also join! We must seize a glimmer of survival for the Heavenly Dao Fruit Position!!"

"Understood!!"

Inside a Small World filled with a wild and violent aura, a most primitive and fanatical bloody feast was taking place.

This was the territory of the Ape Clan.

And at this moment, in the core of this Small World.

Within a massive natural valley spanning hundreds of thousands of miles, the sounds of shouting, roaring, and the dull thuds of bodies colliding converged into a terrifying sound wave capable of tearing the sky apart.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"I'm going to smash your monkey head today!"

"Roar—! For the Ape Clan, fight to your heart's content!"

Hundreds of millions of Ape Clan Cultivators were densely packed in the valley, not distinguishing between friend or foe, directly sparking an unprecedented melee.

And above the valley, several monkey shadows stood quietly at this moment.

They were the Clan Chief of the Ape Clan and the various Quasi-Saint experts within the clan.

Feeling the tragic situation below, they nodded with satisfaction.

The Clan Chief, Yuan Dou, spoke in an exceptionally excited tone, waving his arms and claws: "Yes, yes, exactly like this!"

"An enemy is an enemy; there is no need for any mercy. Give me your strength and smash their dog heads!"

Just when their Clan Chief was excited.

An Ape Clan Elder with bulging muscles and emitting Quasi-Saint pressure had bloodshot eyes and said with a tone of pity: "Children, become stronger!"

"Only in this way can you survive the decisive battle!"