The Golden Armor General, ever as still as a mountain, spoke calmly, “To hinder my convergence with the Dao, this is excessive bullying.”

Chen Ping An pondered for a moment, swiftly flipping through memories, and instantly understood. He burst into laughter, “You wish to emulate Zheng Juzhong’s convergence with the Dao in another world, but your Dao power is insufficient. The difference is more than just one move on the chessboard!”

This was the great demon, “Border,” who had been concealed beside Lin Junbi and his companions all those years ago.

First, Chen Ping An had identified its true nature. Then, the Confucian scholar Chen Chunan had intercepted and slain it at sea.

Whether Border was its true body, a Yin God, or a Yang God was no longer important anyway.

Chen Ping An raised his spear and pointed from afar, “Come, cease your pretense of death! Let us fight a battle to the bitter end!”

His spear tip shifted slightly. “And you, who bear the Daoist title Rou Yi, since you are a reincarnation of Huang Luan, do not shrink back either. Come, both of you, so you may have a companion on the journey!”

“In the time it takes for a single stick of incense to burn, if either of you can still draw breath, this old man shall personally sever his head and offer it to you two wastes as a congratulatory gift for your rise to the throne of honor!”

The words spoken by the Hidden Official were the most pure and upright elegant expressions of the Barbarian Wilderness.

The vast demon army felt their blood surge with increasing excitement. Their initial fear had utterly transformed into their current exhilaration.

Cultivators of the Barbarian Wilderness demon race, regardless of their inherent nature or cultivation history, held the strong in the highest regard.

The female Daoist priestess asked with a heart voice, “What do you say?”

Among the new eighteen thrones of the Barbarian Wilderness, Fei Ran was, of course, nominally the leader.

Bai Ze ranked second.

If Bai Jing and those two ancient sword cultivators had not left the Barbarian Wilderness, their whereabouts unknown to this day…

Then they would have either directly ousted two new thrones weak in Dao power, or the Barbarian Wilderness would have boasted twenty thrones.

However, the so-called “whereabouts unknown” was merely a pretense. The thrones of the Barbarian Wilderness had deliberately concealed a truth.

That earlier communication between heaven and earth, besides Bai Jing, also saw the one reportedly slumbering soundly within the halo of the bright moon, a sword cultivator who was once a wine-friend of the master of Bijiao Cave at Falling Treasure Beach, successively deliver swords.

Moreover, they had clearly chosen to stand with the camp of “human world ascension,” rather than assisting that forced “world” created by Wen Hai Zhoumi.

For this, the female Daoist priestess was also helpless.

The Golden Armor General glanced at the sky curtain, then retracted his gaze. He said, “I shall go meet him once. I have endured him for a long time.”

The female Daoist priestess said, “Shall I come to help hold the line?”

The Golden Armor General hesitated slightly. “Temporarily, there is no need.”

The female Daoist priestess said helplessly, “Do not die.”

If this ally were to fall in battle, and similar battles were fought a few more times, it was estimated that this fellow surnamed Chen, so long as he was willing, could contend with Fei Ran for the position of the common lord of the Barbarian Wilderness.

The battlefield once again resounded with thunderous roars, spreading like a tide. Originally, they did not need to venture out to meet the enemy. That young Hidden Official had already proactively broken through the formation.

Clad in a set of green clothes, dragging his spear as he walked, swift as thunder, he commenced the true meaning of drilling through the ranks. Evidently, he intended to take the head of the general within the million-strong army.