This will be the most perilous war in the history of the Hengtian Immortal Dynasty.
This bloody battle will dictate the course of the Western Frontier!
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"Fu Cun Shen, Commander of the Rielian Si Legion of the Great Han Divine Dynasty, is here! Which rat of Hengtian dares to fight?"
In the western heartland of the Hengtian Immortal Dynasty, Fu Cun Shen led the Rielian Si Legion and pushed eastward like a sharp blade, thrusting fiercely into the enemy territory from the border.
Millions of troops stretched for dozens of miles, black banners vibrated in the void, and waves of blood energy bombarded in all directions!
In front of the Rielian Si Legion, Fu Cun Shen held a long spear as black as ink, with a snow-white tassel that fluttered in the void amidst the dense blood energy. He calmly looked at Miao Yang, the Crown Prince of the Hengtian Immortal Dynasty, leading two million imperial guards. Even though the enemy had twice his numbers, he calmly stepped forward, scanned the front, and roared, his blood energy surging!
A beam of dark divine light from his hand tore open the blood-red clouds that covered thousands of miles, and the armor of countless soldiers hummed at this moment!
"Great Han Divine Dynasty, I have no intention of being your enemy. Let us cease hostilities for now!"
"The Western Frontier is in turmoil. With Great Han's power alone, you cannot touch the foundations of Hengtian. This war, in the end, will only drag Great Han behind you to the brink of collapse."
"Even if Hengtian has no such intention, the Qingxuan in the north and the Zhulu in the south only need to dispatch one general to annihilate your national artifacts. It is better to retreat and seek peace. Let us join forces to pacify Qingxuan in the north and suppress Zhulu in the south!"
From within the Hengtian army, a voice spoke with utmost calmness, devoid of anger. Even with the Great Han army in their heartland, they remained unperturbed.
On a war chariot pulled by five-horned horses, Miao Yang, clad in a python robe, held a long sword.
"Hmph!"
Fu Cun Shen snorted coldly and thrust his dark, black spear forward. The dark, black spear radiance, like a divine light cast by an immortal, shot from one end of the sky, spanning thousands of miles!
"The might of Hengtian!!"
"How dare scoundrels cause trouble!"
Miao Yang grinned ferociously. Since peaceful cessation of hostilities was not possible, he would have to sweep away the Great Han Divine Dynasty that was causing trouble in the west, and then turn his attention southward.
Three sword energies shot out from his long sword instantly, golden sword energies empowered by national destiny!
He had intended to negotiate peacefully and quickly subdue these ants in the west, but he never expected these Han people to be so insatiable, attempting to overthrow the artifact of the Hengtian Sect!
Boom!
At the peak of the sky, a golden dragon roared and coiled!
In the void tens of thousands of miles away, it was as if a golden net descended, locking the space, suppressing the four directions. Inch by inch, the void was torn apart into nothingness by the erosion of the great net!
The dark, black spear radiance from the sky shot forward like a curtain of clear sky, separating the earth from the firmament. It collided with the golden net that blocked Miao Yang several miles ahead. Darkness descended, and spear intent vibrated. The golden dragon at the peak of the sky lost its vitality. The terrifying darkness obstructed nothing, and the heavens and earth lost their color!
"This is bad!!"
Seeing his sword energy being swept away, Miao Yang's face changed drastically. These scoundrels were so powerful and difficult to deal with. He was a strong cultivator at the Small Celestial Venerable realm, and the long sword in his hand was the symbol of successive Hengtian Crown Princes, empowered by the nation's destiny and constantly receiving the incense offerings of the Imperial Lineage. Yet, even so, the sword energy he unleashed couldn't last a single breath before it vanished!
"Golden Dragon Piercing the Sun!"
Golden sword energy erupted from his chest. Miao Yang, holding his long sword, continuously swung it, and golden dragons surged forth, merging into one with the heavens and earth!
Gold descended, like an immortal descending to the mortal realm!
Boom!
Facing the dazzling golden light, Fu Cun Shen charged forward with his spear. The dark, black spear radiance dissolved everything. The space between them plunged into darkness under the sweep of the spear radiance!
"Scram...!!"
Feeling the terrifying power of the spear radiance, Miao Yang's face turned ashen and bloodless. He accepted reality: the human general before him was overwhelmingly powerful!
He stepped to the left, continuously slashing sword energies, and moved eastward.
"Die!"
Seeing the dragon qi surging, Fu Cun Shen, holding his long spear, looked at the dragon qi clashing to the east and west. Without distinguishing, he unleashed a spear shadow, suppressing the dragon qi in the west. The dodging Miao Yang's body stiffened, and he directly flung his long sword behind him!
"Boom"
The dark, black spear radiance descended, striking the long sword. Immediately, a dragon wailed mournfully, and the long sword was shaken and shattered, carrying immense power as it shattered the spear shadow and scattered in all directions!
One black stream of light shot into the Hengtian army. A top-tier Supreme Vice-general turned into a bloody mist without even a sound.
Fu Cun Shen stood in the void, looking at Miao Yang hiding in the west. The strength in his right hand gradually increased, and a suffocating, terrifying pressure gathered at the tip of his spear.
"The long sword that bore the nation's destiny was discarded by you as if it were common weaponry. You can dodge this spear, but how will you resist the next one!"
"A mere weapon, do you think I only possess the might of one sword!"
Miao Yang stopped, holding up a yellow imperial seal. Nine pythons coiled around it, stirring as if nine divine spirits. Divine power surged into the yellow imperial seal. In just a few breaths, nine divine lights shot into the sky, and roars shook the heavens and earth.
The nine pythons were condensed from golden divine light, each reaching nine thousand feet in length. Each python carried a yellow imperial seal under its right claw. Waves of national destiny energy swirled in the void, as if an ancient Immortal King had emerged!
Miao Yang, his face pale, raised the imperial seal in his hand again. Golden light shattered the void. The nine pythons coiled above Miao Yang's head, their monstrous mouths agape, unleashing beams of golden divine light that shook the heavens and earth!
Nine beams of divine light descended!
The void of tens of thousands of miles exploded!
"The Crown Prince's Imperial Seal?"
Looking up, he calmly gazed at the nine pythons roaring in the sky, his expression filled with disdain. Even the golden dragon from his long sword couldn't do anything to him. Did these nine pythons now wish to suppress him!
Arrogant!
Boom!
With a surge of his dark, black spear radiance, it erupted!
Several spear shadows gathered above Fu Cun Shen's head, and a thousand-foot-tall Rielian Si divine beast materialized. Its single horn pierced the heavens, and the earth collapsed. Beneath this horn, all things were turned to dust!
Miao Yang was shocked once more, spitting out a mouthful of blood. The nine pythons above his head writhed in pain, and waves of blood mist enveloped the void. He looked at the yellow imperial seal in his hand, which now had several cracks, its national destiny energy dissipating, and the golden divine light vanishing.
The dark, black spear radiance pierced through the sky. Instantly, the golden light covering the heavens was engulfed by blood energy, and the bodies of the nine thousand-foot pythons were swallowed by the blood energy!
Boom!
Miao Yang instantly let go of the yellow imperial seal. His entire body, weakened by the depletion of divine power and suppressed by the terrifying spear intent from the yellow imperial seal, fell like a cannonball into the Hengtian army.