"The Zixiao Holy Land, traitors to the human race, a disgrace to our people! If you abandon darkness and embrace the light now, I, the General, can overlook your past offenses and spare your lives!" Xiang Yu declared, looking down upon the crowd with a cold expression.
A terrifying killing aura enveloped an area hundreds of miles wide, making the ten million soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land struggle for breath, their faces turning deathly pale.
The power of an Emperor realm expert was too terrifying!
Hearing this, the soldiers of the Zixiao Holy Land, without much hesitation, dropped their weapons and surrendered. They were not the direct lineage of the Holy Land and held little loyalty to it.
The disciples of the Zixiao Holy Land, however, found it harder to make this decision. After all, the Cultivation Techniques they practiced, the treatment they received, everything they possessed, all came from the Holy Land.
"Alas, the tide has turned against us. A wise person knows when to yield. I surrender!"
"Over the years, I’ve completed numerous missions for the sect and repaid its nurturing. I surrender too!"
Many disciples who feared death, after a moment of hesitation, chose to surrender. Between life and death, most people chose to live. Facing death required immense courage!
A few minutes later, only a sparse group of tens of thousands of Zixiao Holy Land disciples remained, standing amidst the corpses scattered on the ground. They huddled together in a circle, their eyes bloodshot, filled with hatred.
Xiang Yu felt a deep respect for these individuals; a flicker of admiration crossed his eyes as he commanded in a deep voice. Those who could stand firm by their principles in the face of death had, in a way, already surpassed most people in this world.
Hundreds of thousands of Overlord Iron Cavalry soldiers, brandishing their slaughtering blades, charged once more.
The aftershocks of the battle gradually faded.
The dark clouds, scattered by the battle’s tumult, gathered once more. Snowflakes began to drift down from them, but as they fell, they were stained by the blood mist, turning them all a crimson red. They looked strangely alluring, like blood rubies embedded in the land.
As the last disciple of the Zixiao Holy Land fell, the world grew silent, with only the biting cold wind whistling. The extremely low temperature caused the blood of the deceased to freeze solid.
The sound of horse hooves echoed as Yue Fei led his army onto the battlefield. The soldiers of the Bei Wei Army dismounted and conscientiously began to clear the battlefield, laying the dead to rest.
"This battle should have wiped out most of the Zixiao Holy Land’s elite forces!" Yue Fei stood on a hill, unable to suppress a laugh as he spoke.
Xiang Yu stood beside him, gazing into the distance. "Yes," he said with a hint of anticipation. "Perhaps it won’t be long before we hear good news from General Huo."
The central front was being assaulted by three armies: Yue Fei’s Bei Wei Army, Xiang Yu’s Overlord Iron Cavalry, and Huo Qubing’s Great Desert Long Army. In this battle, the Bei Wei Army and the Overlord Iron Cavalry had annihilated millions of enemies, but the Great Desert Long Army was nowhere to be seen.
So... where was Huo Qubing? Where was the Great Desert Long Army? Only Yue Fei and Xiang Yu knew; they had been dispatched on another mission.
「Qionghua Holy Land!」
An ordinary realm was about to witness an earth-shattering battle.
Guan Yu had led his army through five passes, slaying six generals, killing tens of millions of enemies, and occupying dozens of realms. Just as they were about to reach the Qionghua Holy Land, they encountered its army.
This was an unremarkable realm; more than half of its land was desert, desolate and sparsely populated, with thin Spiritual Energy. Yet, it was in this very ordinary realm that an earth-shattering battle was about to unfold.
On the Qionghua Holy Land’s side, the commander was Bu Pei, the most outstanding general among their various legions. She led three million Sect Disciples and commanded thirty million vassal legionnaires. Most terrifyingly, four Emperor realm Martial Artists were present to oversee the battle.
On the Qin Dynasty’s side, the commander was Guan Yu. He commanded four legions totaling over twelve million soldiers, and they too had four Emperor realm Martial Artists.
On the sand dunes, across the open fields, within the ravines... everywhere, banners fluttered, shrouding the sky.
Atop a massive mountain, Bu Pei, commander of the Qionghua Holy Land, wore crimson battle armor. Her face was stunningly beautiful, her eyes as bright as stars, exuding an air of heroism. She gazed at the battlefield, then sharply drew her sword and ordered the attack.
This heroine was no less capable than any hero. As the Qionghua Holy Land’s general most seasoned in warfare, she had spent her life on the battlefield. She had served in the vanguard when they attacked the Kylin Holy Land, but at that time, the commander was Rong Zu, so she hadn’t been given significant responsibility.
"The Holy Lord has decreed: kill one enemy, earn one hundred Spirit Stones! Kill five, and be promoted one rank!"
"The chance for glory and achievement is right before us! Brothers, kill!!!"
As the command was relayed, the Holy Land soldiers stationed on the hill, like tigers descending a mountain, charged downwards. The resounding cries of slaughter echoed for thousands of miles.
Across the plains, the soldiers of the Qionghua Holy Land advanced in formation, swift as hunting lions.
From the ravines too, came waves of battle cries...
Terrifying Army Spirits, coalesced by the charging soldiers, hovered in the sky, spread out like stars or game pieces between heaven and earth.
Within a ten-thousand-li radius, the Spiritual Energy became violently turbulent. Yellow sand swirled, and the very ground trembled.
"Relay the order: Kill!"
As the enemy drew near, Guan Yu slowly raised his Azure Dragon Crescent Blade and issued the command to engage.
"Fan Qiu Army Spirit, coalesce!"
"Long Plank Army Spirit, coalesce!"
"Ding Yang Army Spirit, coalesce!"
"Blood Fight Army Spirit, coalesce!"
The four Army Spirits materialized, pushing the battlefield’s atmosphere to its zenith.
Below the hill, the soldiers of the Long Plank Army formed a wall, cutting down the enemy soldiers who charged down. Streams of fresh blood flowed down the hillside.
The violent shockwaves even caused sections of the mountain to explode, triggering large-scale landslides. Fortunately, the combatants were all Martial Artists; otherwise, many would have been buried.
On the plain, the soldiers of the Ding Yang Army drew their bows taut like full moons, each arrow tip glittering with Spiritual Energy, loosing shafts imbued with immense power towards the charging enemy.
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In the next breath, the charging soldiers of the Qionghua Holy Land were struck down in droves, falling to the ground. Casualties were devastatingly heavy. As far as the eye could see, there were only corpses.
Such a tragic scene caused the Qionghua Holy Land legions at the rear to slow their advance; some even halted, their morale plummeting.
"No retreat! Everyone, charge!"
General after general rushed out from their legions, brandishing their weapons, continuing to lead the assault.
Seeing their commanders charge ahead, the soldiers were inspired. Gritting their teeth, they followed into the fray.
The soldiers of the Ding Yang Army, expressions unchanged, coldly nocked their arrows. Their movements were so practiced they were chilling, like emotionless killing machines.
Volley after volley of arrows rained down.
Field after field of corpses piled up.
Eventually, the soldiers of the two armies clashed in close combat.
From the ravines and the sky above, the sounds of fierce battle also echoed.
If one were to view the realm from a bird’s-eye perspective, one would see a battlefield meandering for a thousand li, roiling with wind and clouds, strewn with mountains of corpses, and rivers of blood.
Overall, however, the Qin Army—commanded by top-tier generals, honed on the training grounds, and equipped with superior weapons—still held the absolute advantage.
This development prevented the Emperor realm Martial Artists of the Qionghua Holy Land from remaining calm any longer.
Faint traces of an Emperor’s might began to permeate the area.