Chapter 331: Chapter 337: The Great Battle Begins_1
The search for the Heretic God Sect did not last long, as a new crisis was already upon them!
One day, as the nobles and ministers of the Qin Dynasty were gathered and discussing important matters, the ground suddenly began to shake. Even the tea on the table jostled violently. Qin Wudao stepped out of the Imperial Palace and looked towards the west. He saw a hole appearing in the sky countless miles away, with eight blood-red figures rapidly approaching the Imperial Capital.
The eight terrifying auras swept across the sky, causing the Void to tremble. Particularly, the two figures in the middle emanated a power that spanned across eternity.
The Great Wall has been breached! Qin Wudao’s expression changed slightly. Only an Emperor Realm Martial Artist could breach the sky barrier formed by the Great Wall.
"Two Ten-Thousand-Year Emperors and six ordinary Emperor Realm Martial Artists. They are powerhouses from the Kylin Holy Land!" Huo Qubing’s eyes lit up. Gazing into the distance, he spoke in a deep voice.
With a wave of his right hand, a long spear materialized out of thin air. An imposing aura erupted, enveloping the area in endless spear intent and dispersing the white clouds overhead.
"Your Majesty, we will go forth to meet the enemy!" Li Yuanba declared, taking out his twin Rending Sky Golden Hammers. With a light tap of his feet, a pair of golden wings appeared on his back. With a flap of his wings, he reappeared thousands of miles away in an instant, his sharp aura shattering a large expanse of the Void, leaving a massive chasm.
Guo Jia, Xiao He, Zhao Yun, and Lv Bu saluted, then unleashed their Emperor Realm power and flew out of the Imperial Capital, leaving four streaks of light across the sky.
"Activate the Nine Dragons Ascending Heaven Formation!" Yuan Tiangang commanded, swinging his horsetail whisk. Nine golden dragons tore through the air. One dragon coiled above the Imperial Capital, while the other eight flew off in different directions.
Like a chain reaction, countless golden pillars of light shot up from within the territory of the Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court. Draconic phantoms lingered, dyeing the sky gold. All the cities and towns had activated their defensive Formations.
Interesting!
From tens of thousands of feet high, Old Ancestor Windkylin gazed down at the Formations on the vast land below, a smirk playing on his lips. He waved his right hand, forming a palm imprint that smashed a city into ruins. Millions of lives were lost in that single instant!Seeing this, Old Ancestor Tianqilin, who was beside him, not only didn’t intervene but also joined in, declaring, "All people in the Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court deserve to die!" as he proceeded to destroy cities along their path. Although the cities on the ground all had Formation protection, they were clearly incapable of resisting the attacks of an Emperor Realm Martial Artist; their primary purpose was more to withstand the aftershocks of battle.
"Damn it!" Huo Qubing, Li Yuanba, and the others witnessed the massacre of the common people and became enraged. They pushed their Spiritual Energy to its limits, accelerating to their maximum speed. Vast swathes of the Void shattered as they passed through, appearing before Old Ancestor Tianqilin and the other Kylin experts.
"Two Ancient Emperors, four ordinary Emperor Realm Martial Artists. We shall let your blood serve to establish the might of the Kylin Holy Land!" Old Ancestor Windkylin sneered, an air of absolute confidence about him, clearly looking down on Li Yuanba and his companions. The gap between Ancient Emperors and Ten-Thousand-Year Emperors was simply too vast. He didn’t believe that Li Yuanba and Huo Qubing could bridge this monumental gap and fight those beyond their realm!
However, Old Ancestor Tianqilin, standing beside him, had a flicker of solemnity in his eyes. He had crossed swords with Li Yuanba before and knew very well how formidable his combat strength was.
"Kill!" Li Yuanba snarled, his eyes locked onto Old Ancestor Tianqilin. A golden-winged Peng phantom appeared behind him as he launched his attack. He raised his twin hammers high. Countless bolts of lightning crackled, imbued with the Power of Laws, as he smashed them down with terrifying force.
"This time, I will surely kill you!" Old Ancestor Tianqilin declared, not backing down. He drew his sword, and countless streams of Sword Qi flared, mingled with flames that incinerated the Void, forming a sea of fire.
CLANG!
Sparks scattered in all directions as the Sword Qi clashed against the Rending Sky Golden Hammers, producing terrifying shockwaves. The Void within a radius of hundreds of miles was affected, causing large sections of it to collapse.
"The aura of an Emperor Realm Martial Artist battle!"
While Li Yuanba and Old Ancestor Tianqilin were battling, all Emperor Realm Martial Artists in the East Border sensed the battle aura and gazed towards it from afar.
"The Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court!"
Within the Purple Cloud Sect, Shu Qingyun put down the battle report and walked to the entrance of the main hall to gaze into the distance. Since becoming an Emperor Realm Martial Artist, distances in space had shrunk infinitely in his eyes. He could perceive the battlefield as if he were right there, standing by its side.
"I never thought the strength of the Qin Dynasty could be this immense!" Shu Qingyun remarked, looking at Li Yuanba, then at Huo Qubing and the others—a total of six Emperor Realm Martial Artists. The sight genuinely fueled his envy. After all, the Purple Cloud Sect only had two Emperor Realm Martial Artists: himself and the Old Ancestor, who had both achieved breakthroughs. This caused him immense pressure. If not for having submitted to Beidou Palace, the Purple Cloud Sect might have been relegated to a mere supporting role in the upcoming struggles, or even faced destruction.
"Two Ancient Great Emperors? Who exactly is supporting the Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court?"
Within the Qionghua Sect, Ancestor Rong also looked towards the battlefield, her brows furrowed in pure curiosity. Just like the Kylin Holy Land before, she also believed that a formidable sacred land was supporting the Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court.
"Heh heh, the Kylin Holy Land and the Qin Dynasty’s Ancient Court have clashed. This suits us just fine, making it convenient for us to strive to obliterate the Kylin Holy Land!"
In the glacial icefields, Xiong Lie glanced to the east and sneered coldly. He then looked towards the Kylin Holy Land’s base, his eyes revealing a dense killing intent. It was time for revenge. Standing next to him were three figures: a Ten-thousand-year Emperor from the Water Bear Royal Clan, and two Ancient Great Emperors from the Gray Bear Clan!
"Let’s move!" The Water Bear Emperor said in a deep voice, twisting his neck.
"As you command, Senior!" Xiong Lie’s spirits rose. He led five ancestors, forming a nine-member Emperor Realm squad that flew towards the Kylin Holy Land.
Killing intent, like a painter’s ink, splashed across heaven and earth, blossoming into vivid red flowers.
「The chaos of the East Border began at this moment!」
"Kill!"
"Battle!"
After Li Yuanba and Old Ancestor Tianqilin engaged, Huo Qubing and Old Ancestor Windkylin also clashed in battle. The powerful aura annihilated everything, and boundless Spiritual Energy ravaged the sky. The other Emperor Realm Martial Artists were also seeking opponents!
What kind of scene was it when fourteen Emperor Realm Martial Artists engaged in combat? Heaven and earth shook, and domains trembled. Mountains collapsed, rivers overflowed their banks, and countless ancient trees were uprooted. The land was scarred with ravines, and the cities dotting it seemed as insignificant as dust. Countless living beings perished in the aftershocks!
The battlefield of the strong is the purgatory of the weak!
"Seal of the Wolf!"
In the battlefield, Huo Qubing’s face was stern, his black hair whipped about wildly. The battle spear in his hand moved like a dragon, forcing Old Ancestor Windkylin to retreat several steps.
"Such formidable combat strength!" After a round of fighting, Old Ancestor Windkylin cast aside his disdain. With a wave of his hands, an azure Kylin phantom appeared behind him, its four hooves treading the wind.
"Go!"
An azure tornado, tens of thousands of zhang in size, flew out from the Wind Kylin. Its violent tearing power swept up everything within a radius of ten thousand li, pulverizing them into dust in the Void. The Formations of several cities could not withstand the tornado; entire cities were uprooted along with them. Tens of millions of Qin Dynasty citizens were ravaged by the fierce winds, suffering grievous casualties.