Immortal of the Ages

Chapter 147: We're Not Afraid of Death!

WHAM! As soon as the red-haired brute appeared, he slapped Chen Zhao square on the head.

"You!" Chen Zhao greeted him with a smile, utterly bewildered as to why this general of the Ape Saint would suddenly strike. In desperation, he used his magic power to deflect the blow. But caught off-guard, he couldn't withstand the brute's enormous strength.

BOOM! The force sent Chen Zhao flying, crashing into the crowd. His arms were bruised, and with a sweet taste in his throat, he spat out black blood. Without a word, the attacker had slapped the welcoming Chen Zhao. The wildness and arrogance of this demon was evident.

"Ghost Face Baboon!" Picking himself up, Chen Zhao glared at the red-haired giant. "I treated you as a guest, yet you harm me. What is the meaning of this?" Thousands of the Chen Clan shared his outrage, feeling as if they'd all been slapped in the face.

"What do I mean?" The red-haired brute sneered, "One of the sons of our Ape Saint was killed by your people! We've come for justice!"

"What?" The members of the Chen Clan exchanged glances, all turning their attention to the golden eyes amidst the demonic cloud. They all knew that this presence was far more terrifying than the red-haired brute.

"Give us the murderer in three breaths' time or else..." Before the brute could finish, the sky was suddenly lit with brilliant white light.

BOOM! A thick white bolt of lightning struck the red-haired giant squarely on his head. Electric currents swirled around him instantly.

CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE! The giant convulsed and screamed, frothing at the mouth and collapsing to his knees. His red hair exploded into black, and bloody gashes appeared all over his body.

"Who?!" The red-haired giant's injuries were worse than Chen Zhao's. His face contorted in pain, and he looked up angrily.

At that moment, a man in white armor, surrounded by rolling thunder, descended from the heavens, landing beside Chen Zhao. The white tiger emblem on his chest plate looked fierce, and his eyes, shimmering with lightning, radiated an indomitable spirit.

"Supreme Marshal!"

"Clan King!"

The Chen Clan and the divisions of the Nine Heavens Immortal Army all felt a shadow lift from their faces upon recognizing the newcomer.

"Chen Xiao, you've got some nerve!" the Ghost Face Baboon bellowed, trying to rise, only to be pushed back by the barrage of white lightning. With a heavy thud, his knees met the ground.

"Ape Saint!" He looked desperately toward those golden eyes for aid.

By this point, the gold fiery eyes locked with the Supreme Marshal's electric gaze, tension crackling in the air like a storm about to break. With a thundering clash, the mood turned deadly serious.

Seeing this unfold, Yun Xiao felt a slight comfort. The hundred thousand Sword Cultivators were cornered, fighting a losing battle, but this Supreme Marshal of the Nine Heavens Immortal Army... was impressively dominant.

With a simple gesture, the Supreme Marshal pinned the red-haired giant to the ground. The horde of demons and demons erupted in anger.

Yet, the Supreme Marshal, with an unwavering calm, addressed the Ape Saint with a smile, "My old friend, this redhead doesn’t have the best manners. Assaulting my brother upon arrival. Doesn't he know of the bond we share, forged in the fires of life and death?”

"Life and death brothers?" The red-haired giant was flabbergasted. What bond was he talking about?

Glancing back, he saw the Ape Saint's golden eyes narrow just slightly, then in a tranquil tone, he replied, "He was indeed impolite. Thank you for the discipline, my friend."

"It's nothing," The Supreme Marshal replied with a bow and a grin. "Having traveled from afar, we've unfortunately been remiss in our greetings. It’s been too long since our last meeting. We've prepared some wine in your honor. Please, come in."

"Today, I won’t trouble you with hospitality. The Grand Temple has already prepared a feast, and I've accepted their invitation," the Ape Saint replied. His voice lowered, "However, there is a matter that brought me here. I seek justice for something done by your people."

"Oh? Do tell," the Supreme Marshal replied with a polite smile.

"Just moments ago, at the foot of the Sword Dao Monument, my son was brutally killed by someone from the Chen Clan." The Ape Saint’s voice remained eerily calm, like a still pond. The horde of monkey demons beside him leapt and screeched, baring their teeth in fury.

"Is that so?" The Supreme Marshal's eyelid twitched slightly.

"Many witnessed it, even your own cultivators can attest," the Ape Saint declared.

"Who did it?" the Supreme Marshal inquired.

"It was me." Yun Xiao stepped forward.

Chen Zhao, Chen Mo, and others felt a chill run down their spines.

"Young master?" A few of the Chen Clan guards recalled the beast Yun Xiao had brought back, and their vision darkened momentarily.

"You killed the son of the Ape Saint?" The Supreme Marshal's face took on a grave expression.

"Yes." Yun Xiao nodded.

"Chen Xiao!" The Ape Saint's eyes flared, flames settling on Yun Xiao. "Is this your son-in-law?"

"Indeed." The Supreme Marshal acknowledged.

With a chilling smile, the Ape Saint turned to the Supreme Marshal. "You and I share a bond that transcends life and death, yet you allow your son-in-law to assassinate my son? Do you intend to break the truce and ignite a war between our races?" His words sent the horde of demons into a frenzied roar, their cries intensifying.

"No!" Yun Xiao's eyes burned fiercely. "Killing your son was my personal decision! It had nothing to do with my father-in-law!"

"A personal decision?" The Ape Saint's voice grew colder.

"Yes!"

"I've heard you're a Sword Cultivator. Did the Three Great Sword Tombs set you up to this?" The Ape Saint's voice erupted, thundering in Yun Xiao's ears.

"What a joke! Those worthless sword lineages influencing me?" Yun Xiao responded without a hint of fear, "I killed your son for one reason alone: he deserved it. That's all there is to it."

"All because he defiled the sacred monument of you Sword Cultivator?" The Ape Saint demanded. His words were traps, set to lure Yun Xiao deeper into controversy. His son was gone, and now it was about finding a way to exact revenge a hundredfold. Killing Yun Xiao wouldn't even begin to quench the depth of his fury.

Facing the Ape Saint's deafening roar, Yun Xiao's eyes sharpened, shaking his head, "What does the Sword Dao Monument have to do with me?"

"You're a Sword Cultivator. How is it not related to you?" The Ape Saint pressed menacingly.

"I cultivate both the Dao and the sword. But my primary focus? It's the Dao. For me, the path of the Sword Cultivator is just a fancy way for show-offs. I pursued it just for good luck," Yun Xiao stated, his piercing gaze shifting to the horde of demon monkeys. "I killed the Young Demon Saint because he took the lead in violating the peace treaty between our two races. He brazenly led a band of hairy monkey demons in the Heavenly Realm to shame and slaughter our human women! Tell me, Ape Saint, was his behavior correct? Can every demon from the Demon Continent come to the Heavenly Realm and act like this?"

Trying to shift the blame onto the Sword Cultivators? Nice try. But Yun Xiao wouldn't allow it!

"As a member of the Nine Heavens Immortal Army, it's my duty to maintain order in the Heavenly Realm!" Yun Xiao looked at the Supreme Marshal and loudly asked, "Father-in-Law, was I wrong in my actions?"

"You were!" The Supreme Marshal seized Yun Xiao by the neck, shaking him fiercely. "Next time you come across someone dishonoring our women, you should call me, so we can kill them together!"

"..." Yun Xiao was struck speechless.

An icy silence followed. Even the previously rowdy demons grew quiet. Yet, a greater fury brewed within them.

"Ape Saint!" The Supreme Marshal's face was grave. "The War of Immortals in the Heavenly Realm prioritizes friendship over competition. I regret what has transpired, but understand that the Nine Heavens Immortal Army has the duty to maintain order. And my son-in-law is the Galaxy Division Supreme Commander. With such a lofty position, he is obligated to act in the face of injustice. According to military law, I cannot punish him. I hope you can consider the good relations between our races, restrain your people, and allow us both to save face. Fair enough?"

"When did the young master become the Galaxy Division Supreme Commander?" one guard whispered.

"Obviously, he was just appointed!" another murmured back.

By this point, it was clear to everyone that the Supreme Marshal was magnifying a small mistake made by the Young Demon Saint to fiercely protect Yun Xiao! The Ape Saint demanded a heavy price—the entire Chen Clan and a hundred thousand Sword Cultivators. Yet, the Supreme Marshal wasn’t willing to offer even his son-in-law. The message was clear as day.

The myriad of demons present glared with dark expressions, their eyes filled with tears of blood, gritting their teeth, rage burning in their hearts.

"Lord, let's annihilate them," the burly ape with fiery red hair whispered, his eyes ablaze as he looked to the Ape Saint.

However, the Ape Saint didn't react. After gazing coolly at the Supreme Marshal for a moment, he chuckled, saying, "You know, I've got plenty of offspring."

The surrounding demons blinked in surprise.

"Brother Chen," The Ape Saint nodded. "I understand your position. Let's put this matter to rest."

"Thank you! You truly are a brother to me," the Supreme Marshal replied with a smile.

"My Monkey Clan and your Chen Clan have always been like siblings," the Ape Saint said with a faint smile. "I'll propose to the Grand Temple Sage to have our prodigies face each other more in the War of Immortals. We can deepen the bond between our two clans."

"Wonderful!" the Supreme Marshal exclaimed.

"Until then." With a wave of his hand, the Ape Saint took to the skies of the Heavenly Realm, leading his horde of demons, enveloped in a mystical cloud.

Meanwhile, the Supreme Marshal’s expression turned icy as he declared to the crowd, "It’s decreed. All members of the Chen Clan are to withdraw from the War of Immortals!"

The announcement left thousands in shock. Many from the Chen Clan had prepared for years, hoping to distinguish themselves in the War of Immortals.

"Silence!" The Supreme Marshal’s voice boomed, "You all should understand the reason."

"But, Clan King, we aren't afraid of death!" a young man declared passionately.

"Not fearing death doesn't mean we should march willingly to it." The Supreme Marshal glanced at his daughter, Chen Xi. "Rest assured, someone will stand up for our clan and seek the highest glory."

"Brother, didn't you just say we're all abstaining from the fight?" Chen Mo asked, puzzled.

"Are you thick in the head? Lil Xi represents the Sword Realm!" Chen Zhao snapped.

"Oh! Right," Chen Mo nodded.

"Big Brother, are you okay?" The Supreme Marshal asked with concern.

"I'm fine!" Chen Zhao gritted his teeth, "That red-haired beast has no sense of martial honor. If he did, I would've given him a good thrashing!"

Laughter rippled through the group.

From the side, Yun Xiao chuckled as well. "Although Chen Xi can be domineering and has questionable intentions towards me, I must admit, her family is a resilient bunch," he mused internally.

Turning to Chen Xi, he remarked, "That Ape Saint sure knows how to make an exit. He knows his son was refined into my Sword Ring, yet he didn't bat an eye? Doesn't he want to seize the moral high ground and challenge me?"

"All this tells us is that he knows that today, even if he threw a fit, he wouldn’t get much in return. It's clear he'll be planning a much grander retaliation. That scoundrel!" Chen Xi's frustration was evident. It was like she wanted to throttle him.

"It's okay," Yun Xiao said earnestly. "From here on out, I will join you in seeking glory for our clan. Our brothers can place their dreams upon my shoulders."

"..." Chen Xi just stared. She was a mighty Empress, and she'd never felt this level of exasperation. "Come on, let's head to the Grand Temple," she said, grabbing Yun Xiao's arm.

"They're holding a secret meeting between the human and demon elites at the Grand Temple now. You want to crash it?" Yun Xiao raised an eyebrow.

"With me there, what's there to fear?" Chen Xi responded confidently.

"I'm just worried your legs might give out."

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