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The cultivators felt that hearts sink, suddenly, they no longer dared to act recklessly. They could not help but rejoice that they hadn't had time to reply to Divine Imperial Sect's invitation to join battle. One must know, a twelfth level demon monarch was more or less equivalent to a Traveling immortal, on top of them, the demons were naturally domineering, they might not have any advantage, what's more, there were seven of them. Not to mention those tenth and eleventh level demon beasts, they didn't even dare to do a proper count.

The faces of everyone in the Divine Imperial Sect paled, at a loss of what to do for a moment.

"Brother Rabbit." Fatty spoke up, "It's between me and Divine Imperial Sect today, it has nothing to do with anyone else, there's no need to cause a conflict between the two races. Let us settle it ourselves."

"Brother Fatty!" Rabbit panicked and wanted to say something, but seeing the determined look in Fatty's eyes she swallowed the words. On the way here, Fatty had explained everything to her, she naturally understood what he was thinking, hence she stepped back and addressed the cultivators. "Listen, I can drop the matter of you trespassing in my Southern Land today, but my brother must settle his scores with Divine Imperial Sect. These have nothing to do with anyone else. If any others dare to get involved, the demon race wouldn't mind getting ourselves involved too."

It was very clear what it meant, it was between Fatty and Divine Imperial Sect to settle their score, if the others were to help the Divine Imperial Sect then they would go to battle. The cultivators stared at each other speechlessly for a while, but no one dared to come forward. After all, between a private grievance and a battle between the two races, no one would choose the latter. On top of that, Fatty was alone but the Divine Imperial Sect had a dozen of Soul Formation cultivators and three Traveling immortals, the end result was obvious.

Fatty took a few steps forward, the sword in his hands pointed at Sun Yu opposite him. "Strike! Who's coming first, or all together?"

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Sun Yu sighed, looking extremely reluctant. "Since Sect Master insists on doing so, forgive me for offending you." He summoned his artifact.

Two figures flashed and were instantly in battle, Sun Yu controlled the artifact in his hand, at once a net formed by gathering Spirit Qi was about to fall onto Fatty, that net was so big that it seemed like it could cover the entire sky, there was even a thick cloud of suppression on it, all the spells that Fatty had summoned had been taken into it and it was about to entrap Fatty next.

It was over!

Sun Yu sighed, he had absolutely no regard for Fatty, after all no matter how good Fatty was, he was merely a Soul Formation level cultivator, whereas he was a Traveling immortal. Just as he was about to retract his artifact, he saw the figure in the net flash and suddenly disappear.

Huh? Sun Yu was startled, before he could react, he felt an immense pain at his waist, turns out Fatty who was in the net earlier had appeared behind him and gave him a kick. He was caught off guard and fell out of the air and was fed a mouthful of mud.

Sun Yu stood up in disbelief, how was this possible, he'd used his artifact to suppress him, how was he able to escape. Before he could be shocked, Fatty's next attack had arrived. He saw numerous fire dragons descending from the sky, falling directly in his direction.