"Tian Gan, the pawns we demons placed in the Xiling Imperial Dynasty, along with the hidden colossal teleportation arrays, have been utterly eradicated."
In the Demon Cloud Palace, the demonic race's ancestral land on the Western Continent, Qian Ren, the seventeenth of the eighteen Demon Lords, barged into Tian Gan's residence, his fury palpable.
"The colossal teleportation array was shattered?"
Tian Gan Demon Lord shot to his feet, staring coldly at Qian Ren, his voice like ice. "The insignificant Xiling Imperial Dynasty, even with the Four-Eyed Clan behind them, could hardly detect our demonic formations. How could they possibly shatter?"
"You ask me? I have no one to ask either!"
"Tian Gan, tell me, with the opportunity of a million years upon us and our Ancestor still in seclusion, the Xiling Imperial Dynasty's teleportation array is broken. Next will be the Nantian Family and the Chiye Imperial Dynasty!"
Qian Ren glared directly at Tian Gan, shouting with rage.
Tian Gan's face was grim. He looked at the enraged Qian Ren, his expression shifting. Then he turned his head away, speaking indifferently, "Several major formations in the Xiling Imperial Dynasty are shattered, and even the pawns we placed have been uprooted."
"When did the Sword God Holy Land gain such power?"
"Qian Ren, have any new messages come from the Eastern Wilderness Continent?"
"Messages? Half of the Eastern Wilderness Continent is paralyzed. We can't get anything out."
"This Sword God Holy Land, I don't know what's gotten into them. They possess such formidable strength that even the Sky Demon Clan can't lift their heads, forced to cower and seek only self-preservation."
Qian Ren shot Tian Gan a disdainful look before finding a spot to sit down.
"Tian Gan, you say, the Sword Clan has remained aloof for nearly a million years. How have they suddenly become so powerful, to the point of crushing the three major forces of the Eastern Wilderness?"
"Strange!"
"No!"
Tian Gan's heart tightened. He suddenly looked at Qian Ren, startling him so much that Qian Ren's face turned pale.
The eighteen Demon Lords were not ranked by strength or cultivation, but by how early they had stepped into the Venerable realm.
Although Qian Ren was ranked slightly higher than Tian Gan, his cultivation was far inferior to Tian Gan's.
"Wait a moment!"
Tian Gan's eyes were fixed on the window. His expression shifted from tension and shock to a deep frown, which then smoothed out into a cold smile, all within a mere dozen breaths.
"You tell me, who benefits from the chaos in the Eastern Wilderness Continent?"
"Who benefits?"
Qian Ren leaped to his feet, looking at Tian Gan. "If the Eastern Wilderness descends into chaos, it benefits all the top forces."
"But who benefits the most?"
Tian Gan chuckled coldly.
"The Northern Region's Ice Snow Palace has weaker strength, struggling even against the Heavenly God Mountain. The Ice Snow Palace can be ruled out."
Qian Ren said softly, "The Xiling Imperial Dynasty is backed by the Heavenly God Mountain. A few days ago, news came from the Heavenly God Mountain that Huangfu Youyun had launched a large-scale attack on the Ice Snow Palace, and the war is in a white-hot stage."
"After crushing the Ice Snow Palace, their strength will be significantly depleted. The Heavenly God Mountain is also pleased to see the chaotic situation in the Eastern Wilderness. The current situation in the Eastern Wilderness likely has the involvement of the Four-Eyed Clan."
"However, based on the news from a few days ago, the Four-Eyed Clan will likely abandon the Eastern Wilderness. The Sword God Holy Land is too formidable; many forces in the Eastern Wilderness are no match for them!"
"If this is the case, then the only ones who could be behind the mere Sword Clan are our Demon Clan and the Southern Barbarians!"
"Southern Barbarians!"
Qian Ren's eyes bulged, staring blankly at Tian Gan.
"Precisely. Behind this Sword God Holy Land, it must be that Barbarian Emperor!"
Tian Gan's eyes narrowed. "That Barbarian Emperor indeed has a skillful hand. To be able to subdue the Sword Clan and make them willing to submit... it's not simple."
"What do we do?"
Qian Ren looked at Tian Gan. If the Barbarian race had made a move, their Demon Clan could not be left behind.
"Let's go. We'll go see Tian Si Demon Lord!"
...
"Patriarch, the Nantian Family and the Xiling Imperial Dynasty, with a combined army of a million strong, have all mobilized and entered the Western Sea Plains."
In the Western Sea Plains, north of the Nantian Family in the Central Yuan Realm, Sword Clan Patriarch Jian Dong and Second Elder Jian Feiyu led a million Sword Cultivators, stationed in the eastern part of the Western Sea Plains. Su Dan Novel Network.
"So, the large-scale invasion is finally coming!"
Jian Dong sneered, looking towards the end of the plains. A cool breeze swept by, carrying faint traces of blood.
"Patriarch, if you ask me, we should have annexed them long ago. The Nantian Family and Xiling Imperial Dynasty are already crippled. Only the Chiye Imperial Dynasty still has some foundation."
Jian Feiyu held his long sword, one eye tightly shut, with a long scar across it. The other eye was blood-red, containing flowing streams of sword energy.
"You are correct. After this battle, we can lead the army to rendezvous with the First Elder and await the Supreme Elder's command to swallow the Chiye Imperial Dynasty in one go. By then, the entire Eastern Wilderness will be under our clan's control."
Jian Dong smiled faintly, his eyes glinting. "Notify the entire army to prepare for battle!"
...
"Jian Dong, your Sword Clan has always stayed out of worldly affairs. Now, this large-scale invasion has severely damaged the foundation of my Nantian Family and cost me most of my territory."
"Jian Dong, do you truly have no regard for our past relationship, forcing us into a dead end!"
An hour later, in the heart of the Western Sea Plains, the armies of both sides were arrayed against each other. Nan Tian Guan Yu stood at the forefront of the army, his chest filled with rage as he looked at Jian Dong, whose face, usually kind, now held a stern expression.
Beside him, General Gan Yong of the Xiling Imperial Dynasty looked slightly weary, his face bearing numerous scars from blades. His eyes lacked the fearless spirit of a commander.
"Brother Guan Yu, the Cangyuan World has always been ruled by the strong, and the weak perish!"
"I, Jian Dong, am merely following the trend of the times. Brother Guan Yu, considering our past friendship, surrender, and I shall spare your life!"
Jian Dong's eyes narrowed, and sharp sword energy gathered between his brows.
"Jian Dong, are you truly so heartless!"
Gan Yong gripped the long sword at his waist, his hands trembling slightly. Before them stood Jian Dong, a top-tier Venerable who mastered the path of killing.
"Those who surrender live, those who resist perish!"
Jian Dong's voice was cold. The sword box at his waist hummed incessantly, occasionally sending out beams of sword energy.
"Jian... Dong!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu's eyes turned bloodshot. The Sword Clan offered no quarter, leaving them no choice but to fight with all their might. "Gan Yong, kill!"
"Kill!"
"Clang!"
Gan Yong struggled to draw his long sword and, following Nan Tian Guan Yu, charged forward.
"Mere ants dare to draw a blade before this Venerable!"
"Boom!"
A sword energy traversed the void, the river of stars surging, sword cries echoing. The white sword light, lacking Li Bai's drunken abandon, not like a mortal immortal, nor as fierce and sharp as Wang Yue. This sword light seemed to erupt from Jian Dong's body, merging with his bone and flesh. Its sharpness, cleaving the very sky.
A wisp of sword energy, honed to the extreme!
"Shatter for me!"
Nan Tian Guan Yu unleashed a punch, striking the sword tip with a thunderous impact, scattering sword energy in all directions.
"Oh?"
Jian Dong raised an eyebrow slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Interesting. Not unworthy of being a leader of the human race!"
"However, this is the limit for your human race!"