"The person the master wants? This demon?" Xuanhuang seemed surprised.

At first glance, this demon was undoubtedly vicious and cruel, so why did the Star Lord value him?

Even if it was said that he bore Po Jun's fate.

Qingfeng explained, "This person doesn't bear an ordinary Po Jun's fate but rather the fate of Po Jun's Emperor. His current form was also caused by awakening this fate. His original body was human."

"Why is the Buddhist Sect against him?"

"I'm not sure. He bears a righteous aura, infused with the beliefs of countless people. I also learned that he's not a demon; on the contrary, he has saved many common folk. Yet now, he's being attacked by the Heavenly Court Generals and the Arhat Bodhisattvas from the Buddhist Sect. I heard he killed quite a few immortals and buddhas."

"Speak in more detail."

Hearing this, Xuanhuang became immediately intrigued.

"I don't know too much about it."

Qingfeng and Mingyue began retelling the sequence of events, elaborating on the entire story.

After hearing the full account, Xuanhuang clapped his hands and laughed aloud, "Ha ha! A bold and righteous hero indeed; a true champion! I must meet him."

Seeing Bian Zhuang surrounded and beset, Xuanhuang considered stepping in to assist. Before setting off, he sought confirmation once more and asked, "Are you certain the intelligence you gathered is accurate?"

"Of course. You could simply find a mortal to verify it."

The truth wasn't hard to uncover; scores of mortals were present below, many of whom had witnessed the events firsthand. Pick any one, and they'd provide some testimony. Gather multiple testimonies, and you could easily piece together the full story.

The lies and subtle gestures of mortals were impossible to deceive an immortal. Perhaps three or five mortals might surpass such deception levels, but if hundreds of thousands—millions even—spoke the same account, then the basic truth would be undeniable.

"Good; a true champion indeed."

Xuanhuang ascended onto the Fire Dragon, summoning the Breaking Magic Screen Sky Black Flag. Countless flags spread across the void, alongside yellow sands, black clouds, fang-like heavenly pillars, and millions of Heavenly Soldiers...

This was the Beixuan Eight Skills.

Xuanhuang had also cultivated portions of the Nine-Transformation Mysterious Skill and the alchemy talisman techniques, among others, but his true mastery lay in the Beixuan Eight Skills, even surpassing Song Lin's own proficiency.

Riding atop a thousand-zhang Fire Dragon, surveying a million mountains of spiritual sway;

Black flags shrouding sun and moon, thunder crushing blades, revealing heavenly clarity;

Roaring fang tides devour iron pillars, guarding sides while slaying sinister souls;

First, the yellow gust blows away evil ghosts, later lightning shocks the Heavenly Court;

With a single hand, using the Beixuan Eight Skills, he countered the Taihua Mountain God and Zhiyun Bodhisattva, breaking the encirclement of Buddha Soldiers and Heavenly Soldiers.

Xuanhuang's dharma body stood resolutely before Bian Zhuang.

"Who are you?" Taihua Mountain God demanded.

Taihua Mountain God stood bare-chested, wielding the Mountain Driving Whip, foot astride two serpents—one black and one white. He was a renowned Ancient Immortal within the Heavenly Realm, his attire symbolizing the unique regalia of the ancient Mountain Lords. The Taihua Mountain Range possessed thirty-six peaks, among which Song Mountain God was one of its protectors.

Upon learning his subordinates had been slain, Taihua Mountain God wasted no time arriving to reclaim control.

Having just arrived, before regaining the upper hand,–the situation was disrupted by the man before him.

Xuanhuang rested his hand on his sword without drawing it. The sword itself bore significance, its hilt shaped like a dragon's head and its blade resembling a serpentine body—both Innate divine rare breeds.

He stepped forward boldly, declaring, "I am Xuanhuang, Star Lord of the North Pole, first disciple under Emperor Ziwei!"

Bian Zhuang, standing behind, wore a complex expression. He hadn't expected anyone from the Heavenly Court to intervene on his behalf, rather than approaching him with a demon extermination mindset.

"North Pole..."

A subtle feeling of admiration arose within his heart for this enigmatic force, sensing that, at the very least, good people still existed.

Qingfeng and Mingyue approached Bian Zhuang, eager for credit.

"He's the helper we called in; the master specifically ordered us to come assist..."

While the trio exchanged whispers, Xuanhuang continued verbal sparring with the others.

"Oh? Fellow Heavenly Court colleague, fellow subordinate of the Heavenly Emperor, why are you siding with a demon?" Taihua Mountain God's gaze turned icy, and beside him, Zhiyun Bodhisattva clasped his hands, chanting 'Amitabha Buddha,' his expression showing compassion.

"No particular reason—just righteous intervention. Tsk tsk, this 'demon' in your eyes has saved countless people, and what about you? Serving the Jade Emperor as subordinates, aren't you also killers?"

Xuanhuang casually cleaned his ears, already tired of hearing the words Jade Emperor's Generals countless times.

Plenty of demons also falsely raised this banner, wreaking havoc upon the world, fanning human fury and grief. That old fool Jade Emperor wasn't particularly discerning either.

"Hmph, what 'Emperor Ziwei'? I advise you to step aside immediately—otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"And what would rudeness entail?" Xuanhuang glanced indifferently at the pair. "Is it relying on this Blessing Buddha? Or you, who only possesses Heavenly Immortal strength due to Mountain Range augmentation through Harmonization? Come on then, don't waste my time."

"How dare you!"

"Amitabha Buddha, this benefactor has succumbed to madness."

The pair charged at him simultaneously.

The clash began in the void.

"No time to talk—I'm joining the fight too."

Bian Zhuang, vastly transformed from his former self, had absorbed stars and void, now empowered with strength comparable against the two adversaries.

Bian Zhuang entered the battlefield, thereby relieving much pressure from Xuanhuang.

The million Heavenly Soldiers summoned by Xuanhuang were sufficient to handle the subordinates brought by the others.

Bian Zhuang and Xuanhuang—one possessed daunting physical might, the other mastered the finest martial arts techniques across heaven and earth.

The opposing duo began suffering defeat.

"Thanks for lending a hand, brother," Bian Zhuang murmured during their coordination.

"No worries, it was nothing."

Bian Zhuang pointed toward the desolate star below, saying, "This star once had inhabitants, before they arrived and slaughtered everyone in the name of mortals colluding with demons. It's this injustice that led me to fight against them."

Bian Zhuang could leave anytime, but his anger wouldn't allow him to swallow this grievance.

He knew this was their tactic to make him stay, yet chose willingly to be caught in the trap.

Unless he put these hypocrites to death, his heart could never find peace.

Boom!

"I see..." Xuanhuang's gaze sharpened; initially, he only intended to spar briefly and save Bian Zhuang.

Now it seemed killing was necessary.

His strategy shifted as he gestured widely.

Ten thousand Fire Dragons engulfed the void within a thousand-li radius, rendering the realm akin to a fiery purgatory.

Seizing the moment as the two adversaries focused on resolving the black dragon, Xuanhuang pierced the Heavenly Court's golden barrier and approached Taihua Mountain God.

Just as he aimed his sword to strike, Taihua Mountain God defiantly roared, "You dare kill me? Aren't you afraid of the Immortal Slaying Stage? Emperor Ziwei can't protect you!"

At the mention of Lord Ziwei, Xuanhuang hesitated; he didn't wish to cause trouble for the Emperor.

At this moment, Mingyue suddenly spoke, "The master once gave me a message to pass along to you: do not hesitate because of others; follow your heart."

These words had been told long ago.

A condition was attached—to relay them only when Xuanhuang was seen hesitating.

Slash!

Without the slightest hesitation, Xuanhuang's sword obliterated Taihua Mountain God.

As an authentic Heavenly Emperor Mountain God, Taihua's death was no small matter—it could trigger the Heavenly Human Connection.

Instantly, starlight swayed above the Palace of the Polestar, meteors fell.

The Jade Emperor, reclining in the imperial garden, jolted upright.

"Who? Who killed my general? I shall annihilate their entire clan!"

Using his divine sight to peer downward, the Jade Emperor froze.

It was him? Forget it... maybe no annihilation this time.

"Ziwei's faction, so audacious. Do they think they're above everyone else now?"

Death sentence may be pardoned; living ones won't be spared. The Jade Emperor began drafting an edict to punish them lightly, to curb the arrogance of Ziwei's lineage.

Upon Taihua's death, Zhiyun trembled in terror, abandoning their physical form to flee like a rainbow streak.

As for the remaining Buddha Soldiers and Heavenly Soldiers, they scattered like birds and beasts, some becoming captives while others embraced exile in the void.

Song Lin emerged from the void carrying a lantern, addressing everyone.

"Well done, Xuanhuang."

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