The Most Generous Master Ever

This commotion alarmed the entire Heavenly Palace. Countless figures instantly flew out from countless forbidden areas and blessed lands.

"What happened?"

Confused, everyone looked at the blood screen in the sky and was incomparably shocked. Just now, they had all felt this terrifying power fluctuation while cultivating and wanted to come out to see what had happened.

They were shocked when they saw it.

"Is chaos coming?"

Everyone was puzzled. More and more Holy Lands rushed to the battlefield to see what was going on.

At this moment, on the battlefield, everyone present was more or less injured because of the impact just now.

In the Heaven Mending Sect's camp, Meng Tianzheng's face was pale and his blood energy was insufficient. He sat weakly on a rock.

Qi Wuhui stood at the side and cursed as he pointed at the heavily injured Nether Clan commander.

"You're only worthy of licking my feet. If you have the guts, come and fight me one-on-one. What kind of ability is it to bully others with numbers?"

A familiar voice came from afar.

"Fellow Daoist Qi, don't be angry. I'm here to help you."

Qi Wuhui turned around and saw that it was actually Daoist Tiantong from the Heavenly Lake Holy Land and Jiang Jiezhi from the Jade-Lake. They had all heard the commotion and rushed over with their disciples and elders.

Seeing that they had all rushed over, Qi Wuhui was a little surprised and said, "Why are you here?"

Jiang Jiezhi said, "We heard movement here and rushed over."

"Fellow Daoist Qi, what's going on? What happened?"

Clearly, none of them knew what had happened here. They were confused.

Qi Wuhui didn't have time to explain either. He cursed, "I'll explain to you later. Attack and beat these sons of bitches to death."

The originally chaotic scene became even more chaotic after hearing his shout.

Before those people who had just arrived could figure out what had happened, they followed the main group and attacked. They didn't know who to attack.

Amidst his confusion, Daoist Tiantong grabbed Qi Wuhui's shoulder and asked, "Beat who? Beat who?"

Qi Wuhui was busy healing Meng Tianzheng. He turned around and cursed, "All of them, all of them…"

This answer made it even more chaotic.

"What? All of them? F*ck, so lively."

Daoist Tiantong and Jiang Jiezhi were dumbfounded when they heard this. However, it was too chaotic and they didn't have time to say anything. He called his disciples over and fought anyone he saw.

"Disciples, attack."

The disciples were a little stunned and hurriedly asked, "Master, who are we fighting?"

"Beat them all. Ignore everything and beat everyone you see."

"Fight anyone we see?"

This news spread like wildfire. The other First Elders of the Holy Lands who had just arrived were also a little stunned when they heard this.

"First Elder, it's a mess. What should we do?" A young disciple asked in a daze. He looked at the chaotic battlefield below and was at a loss.

The First Elder was a little fierce. He hardened his heart when he saw so many Holy Lands joining the battle. He said angrily, "Don't care about anything. Just fight."

"Who are we fighting?"

"Just fight anyone you see."

This sudden change in style stunned the Nether Clan creatures.

What was wrong with them? Why were they fighting among themselves?

"Commander, this, this, this… the atmosphere isn't right." The Nether Clan creature said in a daze.

The commander was also very confused, but the current situation seemed to be quite beneficial to them.

Unfortunately, after a few minutes of chaos, someone finally stood up and explained the ins and outs of the matter. In the end, everyone unanimously changed their target and began to attack the Nether Clan's army.

"Damn it, attack. Beat these sons of bitches to death."

"Fight!"

Angry roars resounded throughout the battlefield, and the atmosphere became more and more intense.

In the sky, Ye Qiu and the Lord of the Nether Clan watched everything silently.

Although many people had joined the battle, the situation was still very unstable.

At the end of this battle, it might be a situation where both sides suffered heavy losses. Be it the Nether Clan or the Great Desolate World, neither could accept it.

The main reason was that there were too many genius disciples who had died. It was equivalent to cutting off their own path of retreat. However, the two of them were currently unable to deal with each other in time, so they were in a deadlock.

Ye Qiu thought for a moment. If he risked his blood and energy being exhausted to exchange for the life of the Lord of the Nether Clan, would it be worth it?

He still had a trump card in his hand, which was a super immortal technique, One Strike Separates The Worlds. This was the most powerful sword technique in his possession. It was extremely powerful, and only the ninth sword technique of the Cursive Sword Art could compare.

Unfortunately, Ye Qiu had yet to comprehend the ninth sword technique, and he had only comprehended a little. If he used it rashly, it would probably cause future trouble.

So he was conflicted.

If he could not deal with the other party with a single strike, he would face a crushing defeat next.

This was risky.

At this moment, the Lord of the Nether Clan also had this thought. He looked coldly at Ye Qiu, wanting to see through his thoughts.

However, the outcome was that neither of them was confident and could only be in a deadlock.

After an unknown period of time, the Lord of the Nether Clan was extremely furious as he watched his army die miserably in front of him.

This couldn't go on.

He stood up again and stared coldly at Ye Qiu. "Do you still want to fight?"

Ye Qiu smiled and said, "I don't think there's a need, right? We know very well that if we continue fighting like this, the final outcome will only be mutual destruction. Obviously, neither of us wants to see that happen."

The Lord of the Nether Clan smiled. He admired Ye Qiu's intelligence and his answer was what he wanted.

"Why don't we do this? The battle between us can't be decided without three to five years. The aftershock of the battle might also hurt the innocent. Why don't we let these young people compete? Your side will send out ten people, and our side will send out ten people. With the altar as the arena, how about we have a match?"

Ye Qiu frowned when he heard this. He thought for a moment and said, "Alright, what's the condition?"

The Lord of the Nether Clan thought about it seriously and considered the situation. He knew very well that even if he won, he would not dare to do anything too overboard. Because it was originally an evenly matched battle.

The only outcome was that both sides would retreat and not invade each other.

"If our side wins, you will leave the Heavenly Palace and not take another step forward. If you win, my Nether Clan will withdraw and return to the forbidden area. We will not leave for a hundred years. How about that?"

Ye Qiu frowned. He was thinking if there were any other secrets in the Heavenly Palace.

The other party especially emphasized the Heavenly Palace. Clearly, there was something here that he cared about.

After thinking about it, Ye Qiu looked at the young people below and smiled. "Alright… it's decided."

The two of them reached a consensus. They turned around at the same time and looked down. They stretched out their hands at the same time and separated the two groups.