Chapter 336: Chapter 341: The Terrified Emperor’s Ancestral Elder_1
"Azure Dragon Formation, activate!"
Seeing Zhao Yun and Cangxia Long preparing to engage, a lieutenant general of the Azure Dragon Army shouted urgently.
A shimmering azure light flared, revealing the Azure Dragon Army Spirit coiling above the Azure Dragon Army, forming a protective light curtain.
On the other side, the soldiers of the Cang Xia Army had yet to react, staring blankly. Of course, even if they had realized the danger, they had no way to evade it.
To display the might of the Ancient Court of Cangxia, Cang Qiyun had mobilized the nation’s forces. These armies, varying greatly in strength, were gathered together, but most were incapable of condensing an Army Spirit.
"Die!"
Amidst Cangxia Long’s furious roar, a ferocious Sword Qi slammed into Zhao Yun’s Spear Qi.
BOOM!
A thunderous crash resounded as if the sky within a thousand-li radius had collapsed. Terrifying shockwaves radiated from the epicenter of the explosion, vast and mighty, sweeping across all directions.
The Void was torn apart, and the ground was upheaved. It was like a black hole devouring everything—truly horrifying.
"Quick... Run!"
At this moment, the soldiers of the Ancient Court of Cangxia all sensed a mortal threat. They turned to flee, a dark, oppressive mass of soldiers descending into utter chaos.
But how could their speed compare to the shockwave’s spread?
Soon, the soldiers of the Ancient Court of Cangxia were engulfed by the shockwave. Without even uttering a cry, they exploded into a bloody mist, leaving nothing behind.
Only a few quick-witted military commanders managed to rally their troops and deploy a defensive Formation, clinging to survival like a candle in the wind.
In contrast, the Azure Dragon Army, under the Formation’s protection, stood firm against the rampaging shockwave, utterly unmoved.
This shockwave persisted for a full quarter of an hour before gradually subsiding. The grasslands spanning several hundred li were transformed into scorched earth. Deep trenches crisscrossed the land like hideous scars on the earth’s surface.
COUGH, COUGH.
Cang Qiyun lay sprawled on the ground, his imperial robe tattered and torn, revealing his bare back. He coughed violently, spitting out several mouthfuls of fresh blood, before slowly raising his head.
The sight that met his eyes stunned him!
High in the sky, the battle had concluded. Zhao Yun, his right hand thrusting his spear, had pierced Cangxia Long’s heart. Fresh blood trickled down the spear’s tip.
The founding ancestor, Cangxia Long, whom he had considered his hope, was deathly pale. He struggled weakly, his breathing growing fainter and fainter until it finally ceased.
Another Imperial Martial Artist had fallen!
"It’s over... I’m the one who caused the ancestor’s death, the one who caused the deaths of tens of millions of our young men!"
Cang Qiyun collapsed to the ground, consumed by overwhelming regret. If time could be reversed, he would undoubtedly choose to surrender and avert this catastrophe.
Unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world. A wrong choice always comes with a price.
And the price he paid was the ancestor’s demise, tens of millions of soldiers to be buried with him, and his own life.
"Those who surrender will not be killed!" Zhao Yun declared coldly, hoisting Cangxia Long’s corpse.
Fewer than a million soldiers of the Ancient Court of Cangxia survived. They crawled up from the dirt, still reeling in shock, knelt on the ground, and chose to surrender.
"I... I surrender! Don’t kill me!" Cang Qiyun’s eyes lit up as if seeing a sliver of hope, and he shouted hastily.
Even though he was responsible for the death of the ancestor and tens of millions of soldiers, he still clung to life.
He stumbled to his knees, devoid of any imperial dignity, completely oblivious to several figures approaching him with weapons in hand and murder in their eyes.
"Tyrant... you don’t deserve to live!" one of them snarled, thrusting his war sword into Cang Qiyun’s body. Blood splattered onto his face.
"Zheng Shiju, you dare commit regicide?" Cang Qiyun twisted his head with difficulty. Upon seeing a familiar face, an expression of disbelief appeared before he questioned angrily.
His answer came in the form of several sharp blades, accompanied by resentful voices.
"Tyrant, go to hell!"
"You caused the deaths of tens of millions of our brothers! What right do you have to keep living?"
"It was all because of your decision that my brothers died for nothing! Go and atone for your sins..."
Before long, Cang Qiyun was hacked into a bloody pulp, mixing with the mud beneath him. Only the blood-stained remnants of his imperial robe served as evidence that an emperor had died a miserable death.
The surrounding soldiers, witnessing their commanders kill Cang Qiyun, felt no sympathy; some even felt like applauding.
As soldiers, they had the duty to protect their nation and could tolerate sacrifice. However, they absolutely could not accept dying senselessly due to their monarch’s incompetence.
Another Emperor Realm expert had fallen!
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In the ancient-level sect closest to the Cang Xia Ancient Court, an old man stood on a mountaintop. He had witnessed the entire battle and was filled with terror.
He had seen Zhao Yun slay Cangxia Long as easily as slaughtering a chicken.
No, I must surrender. If any of my descendants dare to urge me to fight, I’ll first clean house! the old man resolved, his voice deep, all fighting spirit extinguished.
Hardly had his words fallen when another voice echoed from the foot of the mountain, "We, your descendants, implore the Ancestor to emerge and slay the invading enemy!"
At the foot of the mountain, Lin Yilang, the Sect Master of the War Wolf Sect, led a dozen elders, all kneeling and shouting.
Lin Yilang gazed excitedly at the mountaintop, eagerly anticipating the Ancestor’s appearance.
"Unfilial wretches!" The old man’s face darkened, and without a second thought, he struck downwards with his palm.
"He’s coming! He’s coming! The Ancestor is coming!" Lin Yilang stared at the descending palm print, completely oblivious to the danger. He thought the Ancestor was making his grand appearance, and his expression was one of extreme excitement.
In the next instant, the palm print slammed him into the ground, causing him to explode into a mist of blood. Even at the moment of his death, he was utterly bewildered. Did the Ancestor kill the wrong person? After all, wasn’t I your most filial descendant?
The surrounding elders were also plunged into confusion. Weren’t the Sect Master and the Ancestor on good terms?
"Unfilial wretches! You actually expect this old man to go and throw his life away?" The old man descended the mountain, spat into the deep pit with disgust, and said coldly, "Relay my orders: the War Wolf Sect is to surrender! Anyone who dares to speak of resistance will be considered an enemy of mine!"
The elders were aghast. Looking at where their Sect Master had been reduced to a bloody mist, they quickly stammered, "Yes, yes! We must surrender! We came to ask the Ancestor to surrender!"
Faced with an ancestor who wouldn’t hesitate to kill his own direct descendants, they wisely chose to obey.
That very day, the old man led the upper echelons of the sect, annihilated the surrounding Dao Domains, then found the Qin Dynasty army to offer their surrender.
This contingent of the Qin army was led by Yue Fei and his Bei Wei Army. They were all speechless as they looked at the surrendering high-ranking members of the War Wolf Sect. If their memory served them right, wasn’t the War Wolf Sect still four Dao Domains away from their current position?
They had seen surrenders before, but never had they encountered anyone who would first annihilate several Dao Domains and then travel thousands of li just to surrender.
Just how desperate are they to surrender!
"General, this old one is truly here to surrender! Please, quickly accept!" Seeing Yue Fei remain silent, the War Wolf Sect’s Ancestor urged, holding out the sect’s command token.
"Very well, this general accepts your surrender!" Yue Fei declared.
As Yue Fei spoke and prepared to dismount, the War Wolf Sect’s Ancestor hastily rushed forward to support him, his face a mask of eager sycophancy.
Thus, Yue Fei experienced a truly bizarre day.
Whenever he wished for water, the War Wolf Sect Ancestor would pour it. When he desired food, the War Wolf Sect Ancestor would command the sect’s Martial Artists to cook. Even when it was time to make camp for the night, the upper echelons of the War Wolf Sect took the lead in setting up the tents.
Sitting on a stone, Yue Fei watched the bustling War Wolf Sect Ancestor, completely bewildered. Is this truly an Emperor Realm Ancestor?