99: Chapter 99 The Final Battle

Knowing that he was destined to lose, Chiyou gathered the people of the Jiuli Tribe.

He informed them that Human Emperor Xuanyuan was the one chosen by Yuanshi Tianzun, and that he would inevitably lose this battle.

Chiyou stood in the center of the Jiuli Tribe, looking at his tribesmen, his tone low yet every word clear:

"Human Emperor Xuanyuan is the Human Emperor preordained by Yuanshi Tianzun. In this battle, I am destined to lose. You do not need to die; stay in the Jiuli Tribe and wait for the recruitment of the Youxiong Tribe."

The moment the words fell, the scene fell into a deathly silence for but a fleeting moment, before a heaven-shaking roar of anger erupted. The tribesmen's eyes were blood-red, their hands gripped their weapons tightly, and they utterly refused to accept this.

"Clan Chief! What kind of nonsense are you spouting!"

A burly, middle-aged warrior was the first to roar, his chest heaving violently,

"How could we possibly let you go to fight the Youxiong Tribe alone!?"

"Even if Human Emperor Xuanyuan has the help of a Saint and we are destined to lose this battle, we will not surrender. There is no word for 'surrender' in the Jiuli Tribe!"

"Clan Chief..."

A young boy with red-rimmed eyes clenched his fists, his tone filled with stubbornness. "The Jiuli Tribe, even if we are to be defeated, we must be defeated with dignity!"

Before the words had faded, an elderly tribesman with white hair and a beard stepped out, leaning on a bone staff, trembling yet walking with firm steps. His voice was hoarse but resonant:

"Clan Chief, we have followed you for many years, from the wild wilderness to today. We have not missed a single war of the Jiuli Tribe.

Now, for the final battle of the Jiuli Tribe, how could we be absent?"

As he finished speaking, the elder knelt down directly. "Please, Clan Chief, grant us permission to join the battle together!"

Thousands of tribesmen also knelt in unison.

With voices filled with tears and blood, their tone devoid of hesitation, they all revealed their determination:

"Please, Clan Chief, grant us permission to join the battle together!"

Chiyou looked at the tribesmen kneeling on the ground, the Evil Qi around him suddenly stagnating. In his eyes, there surged an irrepressible emotion and bitterness.

"All of you, stand up! When have I ever let you kneel to me!"

The white-haired elder kowtowed on the ground, his back still straight, his hoarse voice piercing the entire scene:

"If the Clan Chief does not grant permission, we will kneel here forever! The sons of the Jiuli Tribe will fight to the end alongside the Clan Chief!"

"The sons of the Jiuli Tribe will fight to the end alongside the Clan Chief!"

Thousands of tribesmen shouted in unison, the sound wave rushing straight to the clouds.

Chiyou clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white. He said in a deep voice: "I told you to stay behind so that you wouldn't sacrifice yourselves in vain!"

"As a great sage of the Human Race, Human Emperor Xuanyuan dares not kill me, nor does he have the ability to kill me, but you are different..."

However, before Chiyou could finish his words, he was interrupted.

"We are not afraid! The people of the Jiuli Tribe only die in battle; we do not live in cowardice!"

This angry roar instantly ignited the entire scene. All the kneeling tribesmen raised their heads, staring at Chiyou with blood-red eyes, their shouts resounding throughout the entire tribal camp.

"Clan Chief, stop trying to persuade us! We must go to this war!"

"Leaving us here to wait for the Youxiong Tribe's recruitment would be a great humiliation. We, the people of the Jiuli Tribe, cannot accept that!"

Chiyou looked at this group of tribesmen who would follow him unto death, his eyes full of struggle. But looking at the attitude of the tribesmen before him, the look in his eyes gradually turned into a heavy acceptance.

"Fine! Fine!"

"Since you insist, then I grant your request!"

"In this battle, the entire Jiuli Tribe will participate. Even if we know we are destined to lose, we must show the backbone of the Jiuli Tribe, be defeated gloriously, and die heroically!"

As soon as the words fell, the tribesmen erupted into heaven-shaking cheers, rising one after another, holding their weapons high, their roars resounding through heaven and earth:

"We obey the Clan Chief's order! We shall fight with the Clan Chief!"

...

On the Zhuolu Plain.

The two armies gathered.

They stood in battle array, ready.

"Human Emperor Xuanyuan!"

Chiyou called out Human Emperor Xuanyuan's name across the air.

Human Emperor Xuanyuan stood at the very front of the army, looking at Chiyou from afar: "Chiyou, what do you have to say?"

Chiyou said bluntly: "This battle is the final battle!"

"I received word from the Witch Clan; the Saint has preordained that you are the Human Emperor, and I am destined to lose this battle."

Hearing this, Human Emperor Xuanyuan was stunned. He looked at the Jiuli army and asked in confusion: "Since you know this, why did you bring the whole tribe to participate in the battle?"

"You could have come to fight alone, couldn't you?!"

Speaking the last sentence, Human Emperor Xuanyuan's tone was a bit angry.

Knowing that failure was inevitable, yet still bringing the tribesmen to the battlefield.

Hearing this, Chiyou replied with a frank tone: "I originally intended not to bring the tribesmen, but they were unwilling and insisted on following..."

"So I came with the whole tribe today, not to win, but just to fight heartily."

The burly Jiuli warrior beside him immediately echoed loudly: "We are willing to follow the Clan Chief. Even if we die, we will never live on in disgrace!"

Hearing this, Human Emperor Xuanyuan understood the intention of the Jiuli Tribe.

His eyes were full of helplessness and gravity. He gripped his long sword tightly:

"Since that is the case, then let us fight and give the Jiuli Tribe a decent exit!"

Then, he pointed the xuanyuan sword at the Jiuli troops.

"Youxiong soldiers, hear my command, kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Chiyou smiled slightly upon hearing this.

The tiger soul also pointed towards the direction of the Youxiong Tribe. "Good sons of the Jiuli Tribe, kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

On the Zhuolu Plain, the sounds of shouting and killing, and the clashing of weapons instantly resounded through heaven and earth.

...

Above, the Aura around Chiyou surged violently, and a terrifying, boundless red Evil Qi swept out.

He unleashed his full power of the Great Luo Dao Fruit.

The Innate Spiritual Qi above the Nine Heavens became turbid because of this.

"Fight!"

Chiyou roared, holding the tiger soul, and slashed fiercely at Human Emperor Xuanyuan.

Human Emperor Xuanyuan also held the xuanyuan sword and met him.

At the same time, on the other side of the battlefield,

Great Witch Houyi, the Master of Wind, and the Master of Rain, three Great Witches, rushed straight towards the Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect.

Great Witch Houyi drew his bow like a full moon, his blood energy condensing into an arrow. He looked coldly at the Golden Immortals,

"Disciples of the Chan Sect, it's all your fault. If not for you, the position of Human Emperor would definitely be Chiyou's!"

The Master of Wind swung his arms, a wild wind rose, and wind blades tore the earth: "The Saint has determined the ownership of the Human Emperor. We have no power to change it, so we can only vent our anger on you!"

The Master of Rain raised his hand, torrential rain poured down, and the water vapor turned into sharp blades: "Today, if I don't shatter your Dao Fruits, I will have no face to see Chiyou!"

The Twelve Golden Immortals had cold expressions. Guangchengzi held the male and female swords, looking at the wisp of Yuqing Qi within his Primordial Spirit,

He rebuked sternly: "Let's see if you have the ability!"

As the words fell, Daoist Cihang, Golden Immortal Samantabhadra, Immortal Master Yuding, and others simultaneously activated their Spirit Treasures, and the immortal light shone brightly,

Colliding violently with the offensive of the three Great Witches. Explosions sounded one after another, and the world trembled.

On the east side of the battlefield,

Xingtian held the axe and shield, his blood energy violent like a tsunami, rushing straight towards the Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden. Every time the giant axe swung, it tore the Void Realm, and the power was terrifying.

The Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden held an immortal sword, barely resisting, her figure being shaken back repeatedly, her face pale.

Xingtian pressed on step by step, his axe momentum unabated, and he questioned sternly, his roar making the battlefield silent for a moment:

"Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden! You are not a Disciple of the Chan Sect, why do you help Human Emperor Xuanyuan to deal with the Jiuli Tribe!"

The Nine Heavens Mystical Maiden gritted her teeth to stabilize her figure, her Great Luo Dao Fruit faintly unstable, but she still said coldly:

"Human Emperor Xuanyuan is the preordained Human Emperor. My helping Human Emperor Xuanyuan is naturally to comply with the human Dao!"