Chapter 212: Saint Kings of Both Sides Appear

Chapter 212: Saint Kings of Both Sides Appear

With the appearance of the Taisu Divine Tower, a stunning figure emerged, barefoot, from the void.

Her plain skirt swayed gently, and her peerless beauty radiated an aura of grace. Her figure was elegant, and her blue hair, slightly curled, cascaded like a waterfall, reaching her waist and naturally flowing across her chest and back.

At her side hung a straight blue blade, its sharpness veiled, yet it exuded an intimidating presence even while unsheathed.

Her bright eyes seemed to contain the cosmos—stars shattering and reforming within their depths as she walked forward, each step imbued with ethereal power.

She appeared like a celestial goddess descending from the heavens, so awe-inspiring and untouchable that no one dared to meet her gaze directly.

"Holy Lord…"

"Your Majesty the Holy Lord…"

The disciples and elders of Taisu Holy Land below bowed deeply in reverence.

Tai Suzi gave a slight nod, her gaze turning sharply toward the void.

"Taishuzi, your Taisu's Saint, Chu Xiu, has gone too far this time," came a hoarse voice as the void tore open.

Out stepped Yan Zun, draped in a robe of purple-gold flames. His face was hidden beneath a hood, and the rising flames around him distorted the very space he occupied. The suffocating heat of his presence made the void tremble.

The two Saint Kings stood across from each other, separated by thousands of miles, their auras colliding like tidal waves.

Tai Suzi's lips curled into a sneer as her gaze locked onto Yan Zun. "Too far?"

"A group of demon saints hunted down a mere junior of his—isn't that what's truly excessive?"

Yan Zun's voice was cold. "That junior triggered a thunder tribulation and slaughtered dozens of saints. Are you seriously defending this?"

He narrowed his unseen eyes. "It was clearly premeditated."

Tai Suzi scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "If your so-called saints hadn't pursued him, no plan—premeditated or not—would have succeeded."

Her tone sharpened as she waved her jade-like hand dismissively. "There's no point in wasting words. If you're here to fight, then fight. Let's see if you can escape from me this time."

Yan Zun let out a deep, gravelly laugh, his confidence unshaken by her threat. His gaze flicked downward for a moment before returning to Tai Suzi.

"Your Dao injury hasn't fully healed, Tai Suzi. How much strength can you truly muster? You can't scare me with empty threats."

"Then try me," Tai Suzi snapped. "Even in my current state, killing you won't be a challenge."

As she spoke, the Taisu Divine Tower shrank and flew gracefully into her palm, glowing with divine light.

"Really?" a voice interrupted, reverberating through the void like rolling thunder.

Three more figures emerged, each radiating an aura that shook the heavens.

It was the patriarch of the Barbarian God Tribe, the Silver Wing Butterfly Mountain Butterfly Venerable, and the Golden Ape Venerable of Sky Demon City.

The three holy kings materialized beside Yan Zun, their combined presence adding to the mounting tension. Their gazes turned to Tai Suzi, who stood as poised as ever.

"Tai Suzi," the Golden Ape Venerable said with a sharp grin, baring rows of menacing fangs. "We meet again."

"And if we're not enough for you…"

Another voice, ancient and full of malice, cut through the air.

The space trembled violently as a massive white tiger strode forward, its four golden-flamed claws leaving scorch marks in the void. Its fierce aura made the hearts of all who witnessed it race uncontrollably.

"It's the Great Venerable Wangshan!" someone below gasped.

"He's actually here. He must be furious after what Chu Xiu did to his grandson," another murmured.

The towering white tiger lowered its head, its mountainous frame dwarfing everything around it. Its eyes, filled with murderous intent, locked onto the figure of Chu Xiu standing on the Sansheng Stone Tablet near the surface of the Wangchuan River.

"Chu Xiu," the tiger growled, its voice rumbling like thunder, "you've done well—too well. My grandson fell at your hands, and now even I had to descend to deal with you."

A pause, heavy with the promise of death.

"Today, I'll see to it myself that you die."

"You should feel proud."

Chu Xiu's face remained blank, his expression calm and unyielding. "We'll talk about that once you manage to do it."

He refrained from hurling insults, maintaining a level of respect for the Saint Kings despite the overwhelming pressure.

"Very good. Very courageous," Baihu said, his laughter tinged with anger.

"Let's see if you can still be so calm when the time comes."

The gathering of Saint Kings in the demon-barbarian world was a terrifying sight. Their overwhelming power suffocated the human race, leaving even the Great Sages silent with dread. Faces paled under the immense pressure.

Tai Suzi stood silently, her figure steady as she hovered in the void. She was waiting, her expression unreadable.

Chu Xiu lowered his gaze, then suddenly chuckled. "Since you're already here, why not show yourselves, esteemed Saint Kings of the human race?"

His voice carried a subtle confidence, unwavering despite the circumstances.

"I'll honor the rewards I promised you seniors," he added, his tone steady and resolute.

Suddenly, as if in response, a hearty laugh echoed across the void.

"Chu Xiu, you truly have a talent for stirring up trouble," the voice teased.

"Just look at how many Saint Kings you've attracted this time. Tsk tsk… You're really something."

A middle-aged man stepped through the torn fabric of the void, his presence commanding. On his head rested a triangular bronze cauldron radiating chaotic energy. He had a neatly trimmed mustache, a fair complexion, and a strikingly handsome appearance. His age was impossible to discern.

"The Saint King of the Ye Family… Venerable Ye Tianhong," someone whispered in awe.

"And I don't think you'd dare deceive me," came another voice—ancient, steady, and unyielding.

An old man in white robes appeared, his white hair framing a youthful, serene face. His presence was so understated that it seemed he had been there all along, unnoticed until he chose to speak.

Gasps rippled through the crowd as recognition set in.

"It's the Saint King of the Jiang Family, Jiang Wudi!" someone exclaimed, their voice trembling.

Chu Xiu turned and bowed deeply from a distance, his movements solemn and respectful.

"Senior Jiang," he said earnestly, his tone firm and sincere, "please rest assured. I, Chu Xiu, will never break my promise."