HomeGuardians of the DafengChapter 94: Subjugating Three Kingdoms

Chapter 94: Subjugating Three Kingdoms

As soon as she asked the question, the answer materialized in her mind—Xu Qi An!

Throughout the Nine Provinces, among those who held grudges against the Witch God Sect and had grown powerful enough to make even the Witch God wary, only that newly ascended Rank One Martial Artist fit the description.

Dong Fang Wan Rong had personally witnessed Xu Qi An storming their gates before.

“But the last time I saw him come to settle debts, the Grand Shaman managed to drive him away,” Dong Fang Wan Rong expressed her confusion.

If the Grand Shaman could repel him then, surely now it would be even more impossible—especially since the Witch God had further broken free from their seals, wielding far greater power than during the initial breach.

With both the Witch God and Grand Shaman guarding Jingshan City, even a Rank One Martial Artist like Xu Qi An shouldn’t cause the Grand Shaman such trepidation.

“Besides, I heard Elder Wu Da Bao Ta mention that the martial artist had gone overseas recently,” someone else added.

This seemed to eliminate Xu Qi An as a possibility.

Indeed, while a Rank One Martial Artist was formidable to them, they might not pose such a threat to the Witch God and Grand Shaman.

If the enemy were Xu Qi An, the reaction wouldn’t be this dramatic.

“Could it be… the Buddha?”

A shaman proposed this bold conjecture.

As soon as he spoke, he noticed the hooded heads around him turning, countless eyes fixing upon him.

His fellow disciples’ expressions ranged from “Don’t talk nonsense” to “That makes sense” to “Jinx” to “Are you mad?”

“But if not the Buddha, who else could make both the Witch God and Grand Shaman so wary?” Dong Fang Wan Rong said softly.

News of the battle between Great Feng’s supernatural experts and the Buddhist sect at Alanda had reached the Witch God Sect months ago.

It was said the Buddha had broken free from their seals even before the Witch God.

Though practitioners of the shamanic system were reluctant to admit it, it seemed the Buddha was somewhat stronger than the Witch God.

For a moment, no one spoke, and the surrounding shamans’ expressions grew troubled.

After a while, one shaman muttered:

“Did the Grand Shaman gather us all in Jingshan City to help the Witch God resist the Buddha?”

If so, the casualties would be devastating.

As the shamans’ thoughts ran wild with fear and speculation, Grand Shaman Salun Agu, who had been sitting cross-legged on the altar beside the Witch God statue, suddenly stood up.

The Rain Master Nalan Tianlu and the two Wisdom Masters, Yi’er Bu and Wu Da Bao Ta, rose with him. The four transcendent experts of the Witch God Sect stood shoulder to shoulder, all gazing southward—behind the assembled shamans.

“Quite lively here.”

A clear voice rang out, echoing through the night.

Dong Fang Wan Rong and Dong Fang Wan Qing’s expressions changed—this voice was unmistakably familiar, one they had heard more than once.

The shamans whirled around to see a young man in an indigo robe walking through the air beneath the silver moon.

Xu Qi An!

It was him… Dong Fang Wan Rong’s expression froze slightly. She never imagined that the person who had made the Grand Shaman so cautious, who had prompted such a massive mobilization, would be Xu Qi An.

Looking at her sister, she found a similar expression of shock and bewilderment.

Xu Qi An?! Thousands of shamans turned their heads in unison to look at the sky behind them, seeing that high and mighty young man.

Who in the Nine Provinces didn’t know this legendary martial artist?

But could it be him? The enemy who made the Witch God and Grand Shaman so wary that they gathered all shamans in Jingshan City—could it be Xu Qi An?

Was he worthy?

How could a mere Rank One Martial Artist force their Witch God Sect into such a position?

The shamans couldn’t accept this reality. While looking around for other possible enemies, they quietly listened, waiting to hear what the Grand Shaman and the legendary martial artist would say.

“Salun Agu, ever since I killed Joan, you’ve been working against me at every turn. Even yesterday, when I fought the Buddha at the Lei Province border, your Witch God Sect was still stirring up trouble. Did you ever think there would be a day of reckoning?”

Xu Qi An’s clear, calm voice reached every shaman’s ears.

The thousands of shamans heard everything. First, they confirmed that Xu Qi An had indeed come for revenge because the Grand Shaman had repeatedly offended him before.

But the next part left the shamans confused.

What was he saying? Fighting the Buddha at the Lei Province border? Wasn’t he just a Rank One Martial Artist? Since when could a Rank One fight against a Transcendent? Questions surged through the shamans’ minds.

Though Rank One experts were untouchable beings in ordinary cultivators’ eyes, only Transcendents were viewed as gods.

Anyone with knowledge and experience knew there was an insurmountable gulf between these levels.

“Boom!”

Dark clouds covered the moon.

The Grand Shaman stood at the altar’s edge, arms spread wide, channeling the power of heaven and earth.

Lightning bolts as thick as water tanks struck down at the martial artist in the sky. The entire world seemed to reject him, resist him, trying to strike him down and subdue him.

The shamans trembled under this heavenly might, but their hearts gained some confidence.

This was their Grand Shaman.

The world flashed brilliant white as lightning twisted and danced.

Facing this impressive display of divine punishment, Xu Qi An raised his hand and made a light-grabbing motion. Instantly, the world returned to darkness as the clouds dispersed.

In Xu Qi An’s palm now rested a ball of lightning, crackling with electricity on the outside and blazing white at its core.

“Salun Agu, you’re not quite up to par anymore!”

He closed his palm, extinguishing the lightning ball. Then, with his back straight and right arm drawn back, complex and profound patterns appeared on his skin, making one dizzy just looking at them.

The space around his fist began to rapidly distort as if it couldn’t bear the pressure and was about to shatter.

Xu Qi An threw a punch through the air, creating a sonic boom.

The martial artist’s attack was simple and unadorned.

But the shamans below watched as the space in front of the Grand Shaman shattered like a mirror, accompanied by rumbling sounds from the void.

As everyone knew, a Rank One Grand Shaman could borrow heaven and earth’s power to defend against enemies, theoretically making them invincible.

Unless opponents of the same level could refine this realm of heaven and earth, it was nearly impossible to harm the Grand Shaman.

Salun Agu had used this technique against the Imperial Censor and Wei Yuan at his peak, never failing.

“Poof…”

But this time, the Rank One shamanic system’s power seemed ineffective. Salun Agu coughed blood mist, his body bent forward as his legs slid back along the ground.

Thick red blood clung to his dense beard.

The Grand Shaman’s complexion rapidly deteriorated, his eyeballs filling with blood, like an old man whose oil lamp had run dry.

Salun Agu sat cross-legged, crimson light rising around him as he quickly purged the invading energy and healed his injuries.

He didn’t attempt to counterattack with death curses, knowing they would be useless against one who was half-step to Martial God.

An uproar broke out.

The shamans below had witnessed this scene but couldn’t believe their eyes.

One punch, just one punch had severely injured a Rank One Shaman.

Was this something a Rank One Martial Artist could do?

Then they recalled Xu Qi An’s earlier words—”I fought the Buddha at the Lei Province border.”

They suddenly understood why the Grand Shaman was so wary. This martial artist’s cultivation had reached a level far beyond their imagination.

In just a few short months…

For such a legendary figure, once they became enemies, they should have been eliminated at all costs regardless of consequences. Otherwise, it would eventually backfire—no, it had already backfired…

What realm was he in now…

Various thoughts surged through the shamans’ minds.

The Dong sisters exchanged horrified glances, each seeing fear and shock in the other’s eyes. At the same time, Dong Fang Wan Rong noticed the Witch God beside her trembling slightly with fear.

After severely injuring the Grand Shaman with one punch, Xu Qi An didn’t immediately strike again. Instead, he called out loudly:

“Witch God!

“Want to bet I can kill all your disciples with one punch!”

As his words fell, the statue wearing the crown of thorns vibrated with a hum. A black mist thick as crude oil gushed out, suddenly spreading across the sky to form a curtain that blocked the moon.

Behind the curtain, a pair of cold eyes that seemed to watch over the entire world opened.

Xu Qi An hadn’t tried to kill the thousands of shamans below, knowing it would be impossible. The moment he entered Jingshan City’s territory, this realm of heaven and earth had merged with the Witch God.

Trying to kill anyone under the Witch God’s watch would be extremely difficult.

The punch that had just injured Salun Agu had worked, presumably because the Witch God was assessing his combat power.

“Witch God above!”

Thousands of shamans prostrated themselves.

Their hearts once again surged with a strong sense of security, no longer fearing the pressure from the half-step Martial God.

“Now it’s my turn to test you!”

The crude martial artist showed no reverence for the Transcendent being. Complex and profound patterns once again covered his entire body, his skin turning blood-red as his pores exhaled blood mist. In an instant, he seemed to become the embodiment of power.

The space within ten zhang around him violently distorted, as if unable to bear his power.

From the oil-thick curtain covering the sky, nine figures emerged. Their features were blurry, but each radiated terrifying might, their imposing energy filling heaven and earth.

Nine Rank One Martial Artists.

These were Rank One Martial Artists whom the Witch God had killed or targeted over countless years.

Now they were summoned through the Fifth Rank ability “Blessing and Sacrifice.”

Theoretically, the Witch God could also summon the First Imperial Censor and the Confucian Saint, as both had deep connections with It. However, the First Imperial Censor’s existence had been fundamentally erased by the current Imperial Censor.

And if It summoned the Confucian Saint, the Saint might counter-attack the “summoner.”

Xu Qi An extended his right arm, his palm facing the nine martial artist hero spirits, and clenched his fist.

Bang bang bang…

The nine Rank One Martial Artist exploded one after another, reverting to pure black mist and returning to the curtain that covered heaven and earth.

The martial artist spirits summoned by the shaman only possessed their original power, defense, and abilities below the Transcendent realm.

They didn’t have the toughness of immortal bodies or the meaning of the Dao Merger realm.

In terms of pure power, Xu Qi An, who had absorbed the essence of gods and demons, could defeat ten Rank One Martial Artists.

It’s worth noting that even among those at the half-step to the Martial God realm, Xu Qi An was exceptional—at least Shen Shu’s power wasn’t equal to his.

The next moment, a loud “clang” like a metal striking stone came from Xu Qi An’s chest.

His chest cavity caved inward.

The Witch God had used the “fall” of the nine hero spirits to attack him with death curses.

This force, capable of physically deforming a half-step Martial God’s body, was enough to severely injure any Rank One expert.

As expected of a Transcendent—just a casual spell could temporarily incapacitate any Rank One expert except a martial artist… Xu Qi An made an initial assessment of the Witch God’s power.

It was comparable to the Buddha when he rescued Shen Shu, but not equal to the current Buddha who had transformed into the entire Western Region.

Snap!

He snapped his fingers.

Immediately, the oil-thick curtain covering the sky began to violently shake and boil, as if suffering a heavy blow.

Jade Shatter!

He had returned one hundred percent of the damage the Witch God had inflicted on him.

The Witch God didn’t continue casting death curses, because they would just be returned again by “Jade Shatter,” and then It would cast death curses again, creating an endless cycle that served no purpose.

The oil-thick curtain slowly descended, enveloping the thousands of shamans around the altar.

The Grand Shaman stood up and slowly said:

“Xu Qi An, you cannot stop the great calamity. When the Witch God breaks free from the seals, that will be when the great calamity arrives.

“You can convert to the shamanic system. This way you can protect those around you, and only by joining forces with the Witch God can we resist the other four Transcendents.”

Xu Qi An replied coldly:

“Get lost!

“I’m taking over the Yan, Kang, and Jing kingdoms. This is the price your Witch God Sect must pay.”

The curtain slowly contracted, returning to the statue wearing the crown of thorns.

The thousands of shamans, including Salun Agu, Nalan Tianlu, and the two Wisdom Masters, were all absorbed into the Witch God.

This was the Witch God’s protection, saving them from the half-step Martial God’s retribution.

But within the three kingdoms, including the nearby Jingshan City, there weren’t just shamans—there were more ordinary people and ordinary martial artists.

The Witch God couldn’t protect these people.

The Witch God Sect had essentially handed over the vast northeast, and this was the price Xu Qi An spoke of.

Of course, for the Witch God, the destiny had already been condensed and stored in the jade seal. The territory wasn’t important in the short term.

When It broke through, It could accommodate the destiny and devour the territory of the three kingdoms.

“Without the Witch God Sect, the Yan, Kang, and Jing kingdoms can be incorporated into Great Feng’s territory. With these millions of people, Great Feng’s destiny will surely rise. For now, this is a good thing. First, notify Huai Qing to take over the three kingdoms in the shortest possible time.”

The population represented destiny.

The destiny of the Yan, Kang, and Jing kingdoms was already gone, so their only fate was to be absorbed by Great Feng, and from then on, the three kingdoms would cease to exist.

Heaven’s will manifested in mysterious ways.

At this moment, Xu Qi An noticed one figure remained below.

She was beautiful with a graceful figure, and also an acquaintance.

The Holy Son’s old flame, Dong Fang Wan Qing.

Being a martial artist, she hadn’t been taken away by the Witch God, and now stood there at a loss.

“I’ll take her back to the capital as a gift for Li Ling Su. Holy Son, take care of your kidneys.”

Xu Qi An took out the Earth Book fragment and sent a message:

[Three: Everyone, I’m in Jingshan City.]

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