This is probably what Xu Xuanhu's father talked about; being righteous without needing to be compelled.

The Chishui clan is diligently preparing for the conflict.

On the other side, the formidable army of the Aogang clan is gradually advancing.

On this particular evening, the western sky is awash with golden energy.

Three suns descend, yet it seems an additional blazing sun rises from the west, casting a chilling aura across the mountains.

Everyone in the Chishui clan shivers involuntarily within the formation.

This is the power foundation of the Aogang clan; their dominance over the Great Black Mountain is no mere stroke of luck.

Seeing the sharp golden energy approach, the Chishui clan realizes the priest's concerns were indeed valid.

The golden energy transforms into thousands of golden swords, falling like a golden meteor shower.

The flames of the Fire Melt Formation shoot skyward, forming a deep red barrier, yet under the sharp impact of the golden energy, it begins to falter.

The elders within the Aogang clan's army breathe a sigh of relief.

Even with the patriarch's grave warnings, the Chishui clan is not as formidable as imagined.

They proceed cautiously, opting not to charge into the Chishui clan's formation but plan to grind down the opposition with absolute strength.

The Chishui clan realizes the immense disparity in power with the Aogang clan, understanding defeat is but a matter of time.

Yet they never considered retreating.

The tribespeople have known since childhood that losing a war means enslavement is the best possible outcome.

Their heads being severed and fashioned into drinking cups by the enemy is commonplace.

The brutal warfare between barbarian tribes is exceedingly harsh.

Winner takes all!

Their resolve to resist is incredibly steadfast.

Yet they still cannot shake the Aogang clan's power.

As one weakens and the other grows stronger, the collapse of the Chishui clan's Fire Melt Formation is imminent.

Xu Xuanhu feels a deep sense of powerlessness.

His cultivation is still not strong enough.

Seeing that reinforcements have yet to arrive, he makes a decision.

Xu Xuanhu chooses not to flee but instead activates the Wind Thunder Wings, flying out of the formation, transforming into a bolt of lightning, charging toward the Aogang clan's formation.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling fills the air.

It seems like a war horn.

Distant clouds scatter.

A group of unknown forces rushes in, their war cries shaking the heavens.

The elders of the Aogang clan finally change their expressions.

They understand now; the patriarch's concerns were not without reason.

There is truly a powerful force backing the Chishui clan.

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…

The rescuers are naturally the Immortal Sect disciples transformed into the Tushan clan, aware of Xu Xuanhu's identity. Yet, none expected the young master to be so bold, launching an attack on the Aogang clan for a group of unrelated barbarians.

This act makes the Immortal Sect disciples foster goodwill towards Xu Xuanhu.

Wherever righteousness lies, one should go despite thousands of oppositions!

Such deeds are revered in the Great Yu Dynasty.

The Immortal Sect army soon engages with the Aogang clan, and though fewer in number, each fighter is elite.

The situation quickly shifts in favor of the Immortal Sect.

With the Wind Thunder Wings, Xu Xuanhu darts around the Aogang clan, and no one can even touch his garments.

Only now does he truly understand the prowess of the Wind Thunder Wings.

In battle, Xu Xuanhu's control over the Wind Thunder Wings becomes increasingly precise.

The art of maneuvering and dodging in tight spaces grows ever more skillful.

The Aogang clan is not lacking in formidable experts, yet they can't catch so much as a hem of his attire.

With the help of the Immortal Sect disciples, the situation for the Aogang clan rapidly deteriorates.

Xu Xuanhu also recognizes the origins of the Immortal Sect disciples.

Great Yu Dynasty!

His father has come for him.

Xu Xuanhu suppresses his inner excitement and fully immerses himself in the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the Heart Moon Fox and Demon King Protector remain on the sidelines, not engaging directly.

Yet they sense a formidable presence lurking nearby.

At the moment the Aogang clan begins to fall behind.

A terrifying pressure emerges on the horizon.

The Aogang clan's morale instantly soars.

"The ancestor!"

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On the horizon, a dense darkness surges, with golden light flickering within the oppressive atmosphere, resembling rich golden liquid that instills a feeling of being torn asunder at just a glance.

"This is an anomaly close to that which only a First Grade Wizard can produce." Observing tribal experts from nearby express their astonishment at this scene.

They understand very well; it's likely the ancestor of the Aogang clan has made a move.

They had not expected the Great Black Mountain to harbor a clan as fearsome as the Chishui clan, capable not only of contending with the Aogang clan but forcing their ancestor out of seclusion.

As the black clouds approach and golden lights flash, everyone feels disconnected from the external world.

They see nothing, hear nothing.

Engulfed in an absolute night and silence.

Even as golden energy rampages through the land, witchcraft runs rampant, and shouts of battle pierce the sky.

All seems to vanish from the senses of those engaged in battle and observing tribal experts.

Terror, an indescribable terror!

Only at this moment do the Immortal Sect disciples realize, within this backward barbarian world, the true strong are still fearsome beyond imagination.

Their arrogance vanishes, replaced by unease and fear.

Xu Xuanhu similarly feels the presence of this powerful aura descending, with its target clearly set upon him.

Even with the Wind Thunder Wings, he feels there is no place to hide in the vast world.

A Second Grade Wizard at its peak was already so terrifying; it's unimaginable how powerful a Great Witch above First Grade could be, possibly even his father and master might struggle against it.

A feeling of unspeakable heaviness arises in Xu Xuanhu's mind.

"To flee or not to flee?"

Conflicted thoughts stir within him.

At that very moment, he finds that the Wind Thunder Wings can no longer flap.

Despair spreads instantly throughout his body.

Xu Xuanhu experiences for the first time how close death is to him.

Did he make a mistake in not escaping at the first sign of danger?

Preserve oneself for future efforts?

Xu Xuanhu's body becomes immobile in the void, as though the Wind Thunder Wings weigh a ton.

A profound sense of desolation arises within the heavens and earth.

From the black clouds, a silhouette slowly emerges.

He appears like a divine spirit that bridges heaven and earth, wielding unimaginable power over all beings.

In that moment, everyone is subdued by his overwhelming aura.

Like creatures trembling and helpless before heavenly thunder.

The understanding and control the barbarian witches have over Heaven and Earth Laws differ greatly from the Taoists; they seem to grasp far more the art of communion with nature, harnessing the forces of Mother Earth.

Suddenly, fierce winds rise, and golden energy grows even stronger, seemingly intent on obliterating all ground below.

Everyone in the Aogang clan prostrates themselves, murmuring praises unique to the barbarians.

No other entity in the world matches this elder wizard's grandeur and power.

With the Heaven and Earth anomalies enhancing him, the elder wizard's silhouette becomes clearer, majestic and aloof, as though intent on punishing all who defy him.

"Little child of the Chishui clan, you are not bad, but that's all there is to it." The old man reflects, a touch of reminiscence in his eyes.

Years ago, when he was still in his prime, he once encountered a priest from the Chishui clan.

The priest was so young yet so unyielding.

But alas, he was not of the Aogang clan.

Thus, the elder wizard can only offer regret.

Just as he had done years before, the elder wizard raises his scepter, gathering countless golden energy.

The scepter is the damaged Great Witch Sacred Artifact that was once wielded by the legendary Kuafu, despite its dilapidation, empowering the elder wizard with the strength of a First Grade Wizard in a short period.

The condensed golden energy forms a sword capable of cleaving the heavens, thrusting mercilessly at Xu Xuanhu.

This thrust seems to twist space itself.

The formidable golden energy seems poised to annihilate everything in its path.

Even the Heart Moon Fox realizes the might of this sword; under the creator, nearly no one can withstand it.

It instinctively wants to rescue Xu Xuanhu.

Though suddenly, it refrains from action.

Amidst the boundless terrifying pressure, a gentle breeze emerges unexpectedly from nowhere.

Under the pressure of life and death, Xu Xuanhu's thoughts nearly freeze.

Meanwhile, everyone from the Chishui clan, including the Immortal Sect disciples, sinks into unimaginable despair.

This gentle breeze, akin to a warm breeze of spring, brings forth vitality and hope.

Ripples spread through the void.

A finger slowly appears, leisurely flicking away the sword seemingly poised to destroy heaven and earth.

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