Chaos Spirit Field

Tan Tai Hen Tian watched Yang Hui, Tan Tai Ming Zhu, and Zhao Shan Hu leave. He said to the Tai Shang Lao Jun beside him, "Taishang, if Zhao Shan Hu wasn't here today, could you have stopped Zhao Shan He?"

The Supreme Lord Laojun said calmly: "Your Majesty, those below the saints are ants. This old minister cannot stop them."

Tantai Hentian understood the implication of Taishang Laojun's words and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If it weren't for Zhao Shanhu today, he would be finished. Zhao Shanhe's words weren't just threats; he had murderous intent. For now, it was best to keep his parents alive.

The Heavenly Emperor is the master of the Three Realms, his status even higher than that of a saint. Only the Way of Heaven can surpass him. If it weren't for Zhao Shanhe, not only would Tan Tai Mingzhu and Zhao Shanhu have perished, but even Zhao Dabao and Yang Xiao'e, who were hiding in the world of immortal cultivation, would have been killed. The saying "one man's enlightenment brings prosperity to all his family" refers to the Heavenly Emperor's tribulations. His family members and friends can benefit from his success, but not his parents or the Empress's parents.

Zhao Shanhe appeared calm and composed, but his heart was in turmoil. He had carefully planned for so long, only to see the fruits of his labors finally surrendered to someone else. How could he accept this? He often said that past and present lives couldn't be mixed, but the moment he saw Zhao Shanhu, the inseparable kinship instantly filled his heart. He couldn't help but sigh that he was, after all, a mortal, unable to be as ruthless as the Great Dao.

Tan Tai Hen Tian's gamble was indeed right. If Zhao Shan Hu hadn't ascended with him, Zhao Shan He would have made his adopted nephew's soul scatter to pieces. The position of the co-master of the Three Realms was actually quite tempting.

There weren't so many "ifs" in the world, so Zhao Shanhe could only continue his journey westward with a depressed mood. He felt that he had fallen into a misunderstanding before, relying too much on the art of deduction. Sages were not that simple.

Spring turned to winter, the seasons shifted, and years passed unnoticed. Zhao Shanhe counted on his fingers and realized that of the 81 trials, only a few remained. Just two more trials would complete his mission. The final battle was approaching, so he decided to play a warm-up match first to test the waters.

The westward-bound team arrived at a magnificent city. From afar, they could see three huge and eye-catching characters hanging above the city gate - "Lion Camel City"!

Zhao Shanhe gazed at the city before him, taking in the bustling crowds and bustling streets. His brow furrowed, anger evident on his face. After a moment's silence, he turned to Yuan Hong and said, "Yuan Hong, quickly head to the Blue Lion Nation and ask your fourth apprentice brother, Simba, to come here. It's time to put an end to this once and for all."

Not long after, Yuan Hong returned with Simba. Seeing Zhao Shanhe, Simba hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "Disciple Simba greets Master!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at Simba in front of him, a complex emotion flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and said in a deep voice: "Simba, being kind to your enemies is the greatest harm to yourself. You must remember this lesson and take care of yourself. Now, let's go into the city." These words were not only a warning to Simba, but also a reminder to Zhao Shanhe himself deep in his heart.

The crowd filed into the city. Zhao Shanhe suddenly stopped, his eyes fixed on the familiar village not far ahead—Zhaojia Village. Memories flooded back like a tide, filling him with emotion. At that moment, he saw those familiar faces smiling and waving at him.

Zhao Shanhe slowly walked forward, his face full of bitterness, and said softly to the man in front of him, "Brother, it's been a long time since we last met, and you're still so stubborn. Stop it, there's still time."

Zhao Shanjiang looked at his brother who hadn't been home for many years, tears of excitement glistening in his eyes. He replied with a slightly trembling voice, "You idiot, what nonsense are you talking about? Where have you been playing? Mom and Dad have been waiting for you inside for dinner."

Zhao Shanhe said with emotion: "It's been a long time since anyone has called me "Second Idiot". I treated you well back then, but now you want to murder me. It's really hard to be a good person."

Zhao Shanjiang said, "You idiot," "After being away for a few days, you've become more capable. Are you ready to ask our parents to come and invite you personally?"

Zhao Shanhe said indignantly, "Master Tongtian, you are truly shameless. Family affection is my soft spot, but it's not my weakness. For your own selfish reasons, you have harmed hundreds of thousands of lives. You are not worthy of being a saint. Amitabha."

A resounding Buddhist chant rang out, and the scene in Lion City transformed. The bustling streets disappeared, transformed into a living hell. This was the true appearance of Lion City: flesh and blood turned to mud, bones lay white, bloody human skins hung from the treetops, and the miserable cries of wronged souls were endless. Tianpeng fell to the ground at the sight of this scene. Simba, the blue lion spirit, couldn't help but shed tears and said, "I was wrong. I shouldn't have been so soft-hearted."

Zhao Shanhe chanted a Buddhist name and said, "Master Tongtian, I will definitely attack the Great Leiyin Temple and seek justice for these hundreds of thousands of human beings."

Zhao Shanjiang shamelessly said, "You idiot, this was all done by me, Zhao Shanjiang, and has nothing to do with Master Tongtian."

Zhao Shanhe said, "I buried my eldest brother, Zhao Shanjiang, with my own hands. He's already dead. Don't call me 'Second Idiot,' I'm disgusted. Every single monster in Lion Camel City will go to the Eighteen Levels of Hell, forever condemned to extinction. You're throwing around the Ten Directions Formation, and you're showing off your skills in front of me. If you want to plot against me, you'll have to play by my rules."

As soon as the words fell, the entire battlefield was instantly divided into several parts. Simba, the blue lion spirit, stared coldly at the enemy in front of him - his eldest brother, the blue lion. Who is the real lion king can only be known after a fight. On the other side, Tianpeng, with his round belly, rushed towards the white elephant spirit with great momentum. This was undoubtedly a fierce battle between a wild boar and an elephant, and who will be the final winner? Let's wait and see. At the same time, Yuan Hong and Juanlian joined forces to fight against the extremely powerful golden-winged Roc. As for those monsters with slightly weaker strength, they had to face the revenge of the wronged souls in Lion Camel City. It is better to rely on oneself than to ask others for help. Whether they can get revenge depends on their own efforts. And the opponent Zhao Shanhe faced was his elder brother Zhao Shanjiang, who had died but was miraculously resurrected!

Zhao Shanjiang witnessed this scene, a mocking smile on his face as he said, "Zhao Shanhe, you were able to transform the Nine Bends of the Yellow River Ghost Formation into the Ten Directions Formation. You are truly worthy of being the legendary Son of Fortune."

Zhao Shanhe couldn't help but feel a surge of anger when he heard this. He responded angrily, "What son of destiny? I'm a variable, a variable that can slaughter saints! Stop talking nonsense and show me the real thing! Watch my unique skill - I'll make Shanhe kneel at my sight!"

Zhao Shanjiang laughed heartily upon hearing this, teasing with a hint of sarcasm, "Oh? You actually expect me, your big brother, to kneel before you? Beware of retribution! Take this! Netherworld Dragon Claw!" As he finished his words, a giant dragon claw, gleaming with an eerie black light, suddenly materialized from thin air...