Arranging for Overlord to collide with the twelve Witch Kings?

  The idea genuinely intrigued Lu.

  In truth, the Witch Clan—as a race—could hardly unlock their full potential relying solely on the beasts and spirit beasts of the Western Continent.

  Due to their bloodline, they possessed overwhelming suppression over ordinary beasts. As children, they could still be threatened by wild animals and ferocious beasts.

  But once they matured and awakened their innate talents and divine abilities, ordinary beasts and spirit beasts were no match at all.

  Leaning back in his thousand-blade chair, Lu tapped his fingers lightly.

  “Demons, Witches, humans…”

  Lu murmured softly.

  On the current Five Phoenix Continent, demons and humans were the most prosperous races. Yet humans still dominated in overall strength. Though Tantai Xuan had destroyed and recreated the world,

  Most cultivators remained human, while the demon race still lacked truly powerful figures capable of anchoring their position.

  For the demon race, Lu felt he should make some arrangements as well.

  The demons’ growth required vast time and patience. Compared to humans, their development lagged behind. He needed to find ways to strengthen them.

  Pulling his thoughts back, Lu began planning Overlord’s contact with the Witch Clan.

  How to arrange it—this was something Lu excelled at.

  He entered the Transmission Platform and began deducing.

  It wasn’t difficult. Soon, Lu had a plan.

  …

  Recently, Wu Qi had been troubled.

  Vaguely, his eyelids kept twitching—as though something ominous was about to happen.

  Stepping out of his cave, he stood atop the highest peak in the region.

  From here, he could overlook his entire tribe—seeing the simple wooden huts and shelters.

  This was his tribal kingdom.

  He was its king.

  As dawn broke, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth grew thick. Another busy day began.

  Wu Qi felt his robust muscles stir. Excitement rose within him.

  His legs coiled. With a powerful leap, he roared toward the northeast.

  His roar thundered across the mountains.

  From the opposite peak came an answering roar.

  As though a signal, roars echoed one after another—like a… symphony?

  That was the response from the kings of the other eleven tribes.

  Wu Qi laughed heartily. Standing atop the peak, he hugged a towering ancient tree and uprooted it.

  Boom!

  The tree came out roots and all. He chopped off the roots and planted the trunk upright.

  Releasing his grip, he stepped back lightning-fast.

  The tree toppled straight down.

  Wu Qi’s eyes lit up. Following the direction of the falling crown, he charged forward with wild, howling energy.

  Today’s opponent was the king in that direction.

  Boom!

  Terrifying flames erupted. That was the Witch King of the Fire Tribe—crimson all over, sharp-eyed, ten feet tall, and ferocious in appearance.

  Compared to him, Wu Qi looked far more human.

  Of course—aside from his purple-green skin.

  Across the region, countless Witch Clan members cheered excitedly. The people of Wu Qi’s tribe and the Fire Tribe began dancing wildly around the “Heavenly Witch” statue.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  In the sky above, terrifying energy exploded. Two Witch Kings grappled and crashed into the great marsh, rolling in mud. Massive waves of sludge erupted—the marsh itself seemed on the verge of being torn apart.

  The earth quaked. Mountains trembled. Yet the Witch Clan people felt no fear—only greater excitement.

  For the Witch Clan in this land, there was little else to do but fight. So such battles were nothing surprising.

  This was routine.

  The fight lasted three days and three nights.

  Finally, Wu Qi—covered in mud—emerged from the marsh. His face was bruised and swollen. The moment he stepped out, he paid no mind to his battered appearance and roared triumphantly, fists clenched.

  The warriors of Wu Qi’s tribe erupted in cheers.

  Shouting their king’s name.

  The Witch King of the Fire Tribe, Zhu Yan, crawled out of the marsh, gasping. He was carried away.

  But there was no need to worry—he would recover in a few days and come challenging Wu Qi again.

  As for Wu Qi, after resting, he would seek out another Witch King for battle.

  The life of a Witch King was dull yet joyful. Either fighting or on the way to fight.

  The defeated Fire Tribe had to surrender most of their fruits and hunted game.

  Though Zhu Yan’s tribe felt unwilling, the rules were absolute.

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  Wu Qi laughed heartily, wiping blood and mud from his face.

  He patted the equally bruised Zhu Yan. During battle, they fought to the death. After battle, the twelve Witch Kings still got along well.

  Suddenly.

  Wu Qi froze. He looked into the distance.

  There… a great warrior from his tribe was sprinting toward him.

  Great warriors were the top fighters in the tribe—strong, though not as strong as Witch Kings.

  This great warrior moved at lightning speed—but Wu Qi saw it instantly.

  Sweat poured down the warrior’s face. Terror filled his eyes.

  He pointed urgently into the distance.

  Wu Qi paused, then motioned for the warrior to lead the way.

  Soon, they arrived at the spot the great warrior had discovered.

  Here lay the corpse of a wild beast—clearly the warrior’s hunting ground.

  But the prey lay untouched. Behind the corpse was a massive vortex!

  A pure energy vortex.

  “What is this?”

  Wu Qi sensed the strange energy and felt astonishment.

  He ordered the great warrior to retreat. Then—young and fearless—he charged straight into the vortex.

  …

  Origin Lake, Origin Island.

  Lu smiled.

  His eyes reflected the scene. Seeing Wu Qi—one of the twelve Witch Kings—crash into the spatial passage he had arranged, Lu’s lips curved upward.

  He rolled up his sleeve and placed a piece on the Spirit-Pressure Chessboard.

  The board’s interesting game officially began.

  …

  Western Domain.

  East Yan River, Cloud Mulberry City.

  Boom!

  Suddenly, the raging waters of the East Yan River exploded. A figure shot out like a cannonball from beneath the surface.

  “Huh?”

  Wu Qi opened his eyes in confusion. This unfamiliar sensation was entirely new to him.

  Where was this?

  He looked around—seeing a wide, turbulent river. The current was swift. For Wu Qi, it was perfect for washing off the mud.

  Wrapped in beast hides, his purple-green skin gleamed under the rushing water.

  He sniffed the air, catching a unique scent.

  Floating upward, he walked across the water. On the riverbank, he saw houses—exquisite structures that left Wu Qi stunned.

  Compared to these buildings, the wooden huts of his tribe were unbearable to look at.

  While Wu Qi curiously observed,

  In a simple wooden house by the East Yan River,

  Overlord—who had been chatting idly with Luo Mingsang—suddenly turned his head.

  After reassuring Luo Mingsang,

  Overlord vanished from his spot.

  “This aura… strange. Not human.”

  “A demon?”

  “Daring to cause trouble in Cloud Mulberry City?”

  Overlord’s faint voice lingered.

  Meanwhile, Wu Qi—hovering above the river—felt he had discovered something incredible.

  Perhaps he could return and brag to his eleven brothers.

  Having something like this to boast about was far more interesting than who could piss farther.

  Boom!

  Suddenly.

  Wu Qi trembled. He sensed a terrifying aura.

  This aura made his muscles tense instinctively. Overwhelming pressure caused his body to quiver faintly.

  “So… strong!”

  Wu Qi drew a deep breath.

  He looked over and saw a figure walking slowly across the river surface—carrying an axe and shield.

  A lean figure—at least in Wu Qi’s eyes.

  Overlord’s body was robust for a human, but compared to Wu Qi—two and a half meters tall with bulging muscles—it seemed frail.

  Yet Overlord’s aura was overwhelming!

  As the two released their presence, the rushing East Yan River stilled. The water surface became a mirror.

  Overlord looked at Wu Qi—purple-green skin, massive build… demon?

  Not quite.

  “Who are you?”

  Overlord asked calmly.

  Most importantly, Overlord could not see through Wu Qi’s cultivation. True Immortal? Xuan Immortal?

  He could not tell. Wu Qi bore no fortune aura at all.

  This was unbelievable. In the current Five Phoenix Continent, both humans and demons possessed fortune.

  The stronger one was, the greater the fortune.

  No living being existed without it.

  Without fortune… unless the being came from outside the Five Phoenixes!

  To Overlord’s question, Wu Qi understood. At their level, divine souls could communicate intent.

  But Wu Qi did not want to answer.

  His blood boiled. The desire to fight flooded his mind.

  “Arghhh!”

  Wu Qi roared and charged!

  River water surged backward. His fist tore through the air with such force it seemed ready to shatter space.

  Fighting without a word?

  Overlord frowned.

  Hands behind his back, he stood still—unwilling to dodge, too lazy to dodge.

  In terms of fighting, when had Overlord ever feared anyone?

  His path to Xuan Immortal had been paved with battles.

  Perfect timing. Overlord wanted to test this purple-green figure’s strength.

  Boom!

  Wu Qi’s fist smashed into Overlord’s body. Overlord stood unmoved. The river beneath exploded like a downpour.

  Wu Qi was stunned. His eyes widened in disbelief.

  He had punched his eleven brothers—each time leaving them howling.

  Yet now… it failed!

  “So… hard!”

  Wu Qi exclaimed.

  “Amazing!”

  The next moment—battle intent exploded!

  He unleashed a barrage of fists. Each punch rumbled like thunder.

  Overlord’s body trembled. Xuan Immortal aura erupted.

  One palm struck out. The river parted in a massive trench.

  Wu Qi was blasted backward like a ball—crashing into the earth.

  “Roughly Half-Step Xuan Immortal strength…”

  Overlord patted himself clean and said calmly.

  With his realm, he could crush Wu Qi easily. But Overlord was curious—where had this being come from?

  Boom!

  Wu Qi flipped up from the ground. He felt no fear—only greater excitement.

  So strong!

  Stronger than any of his eleven brothers!

  Wu Qi charged again. Overlord drew his axe and shield, slamming them down. Wu Qi was dazed.

  He was smashed into the river. Water exploded.

  Overlord grew interested. This being’s flesh was incredibly strong!

  It was not inferior to his own Xuan Immortal body. Overlord had created the Body Refining lineage and gained vast fortune.

  If he could study this being and advance his Body Refining path further, perhaps he could step onto the Golden Immortal path!

  Overlord landed on the bank and planted his axe and shield into the ground.

  Stepping across the river waves, he charged toward Wu Qi.

  Wu Qi roared and met him fearlessly.

  River water surged. Earth cracked.

  Such earth-shaking momentum should have drawn attention.

  But Lu had placed a piece—masking the aura. No cultivator appeared.

  The two fought hand-to-hand from morning till night.

  Wu Qi grew more excited with every clash. Of course… he was already bruised and swollen, blood streaming from his nose and mouth.

  He could not win against Overlord—but he was unafraid.

  The Witch Clan never retreated!

  In the relentless battle, Wu Qi felt his strength growing—as though his bloodline was awakening.

  This made Overlord increasingly astonished.

  Finally, Wu Qi—bruised and battered—was about to flee into the spatial passage again.

  Before leaving, he extended a middle finger.

  After so many days of fighting, Wu Qi believed Overlord dared not cross the passage.

  So he taunted fearlessly.

  But this time, Overlord could no longer hold back.

  Taking up axe and shield, he stepped through the spatial passage.

  When Overlord emerged on the other side,

  Wu Qi—who had been lying on the ground gasping and whimpering—froze in shock.

  Overlord grinned: “So you feel pain too.”

  The great warrior attending Wu Qi was also stunned.

  Overlord’s terrifying aura left the warrior without even the courage to fight.

  “You actually dared come!”

  Wu Qi said incredulously.

  The next moment—he grew excited.

  With a furious roar,

  Terrifying fluctuations exploded.

  His roar echoed across the land.

  In Overlord’s surprise, eleven answering roars rang out.

  Then, eleven figures sped in from all directions—each bizarre in appearance.

  Wu Qi’s brothers had arrived—wild with excitement.

  Battle erupted.

  Twelve Witch Kings versus Overlord.

  Earth quaked. Mountains shook. The entire region trembled.

  For the first time, Overlord felt pressure.

  The twelve Witch Kings’ combined strength multiplied—their power surpassing ordinary Xuan Immortals!

  Pfft!

  Wu Qi’s fist smashed into Overlord’s cheek. For the first time, Overlord’s face swelled.

  Wu Qi roared in excitement.

  They fought fiercely—pure hand-to-hand combat.

  Five days and five nights.

  Fists met flesh. This was the romance between Overlord and the twelve Witch Kings.

  Finally, the group of brutes grew exhausted and collapsed.

  Overlord—bruised and swollen—sat cross-legged, absorbing spiritual energy to recover.

  The twelve Witch Kings lay sprawled—also bruised and swollen.

  This pure brawl ended in a draw.

  As dawn broke,

  “Hm?”

  Overlord instinctively opened his eyes.

  He saw…

  The twelve Witch Kings already standing, lively and unharmed. Yesterday’s injuries had fully healed.

  While Overlord… had only recovered less than a third.

  Wu Qi’s eyes blazed.

  “Come on! Fight!”

  Wu Qi shouted. Then the eleven other Witch Kings roared in unison.

  Overlord’s lips twitched.

  The next moment, he stood, aura surging.

  Gaze cold, he swept across the twelve wildly excited, bouncing Witch Kings.

  Rubbing his still-swollen cheek,

  He sneered coldly.

  “A bunch of idiots.”

  Then his body shot forth—disappearing into the spatial passage.

  Though Overlord’s path had been forged through taking beatings,

  He knew: if he stayed, he would just get pummeled for nothing. So—recover first, then return for another round!

  This wasn’t cowardice.

  It was strategic withdrawal!

  Watching Overlord vanish,

  Wu Qi burst into laughter.

  He pointed at the spatial passage. He believed Overlord would return.

  This was the tacit understanding he and Overlord had developed over these days of fighting.

  Then Wu Qi turned, slung arms around his eleven Witch King brothers, and left—planning to eat, drink, and replenish energy.

  After days of fighting, they were starving.

  Only when full could they fight Overlord properly.