Draw your sword!

Just three short words.

Yet the atmosphere in the hall froze in an instant; even the Ancestor's eyelids twitched as if he wanted to speak but held back.

"You are the commander of the 'Dao‑Execution Army'? How is that possible?"

The Zhou Emperor's pupils shrank sharply, his face changed drastically, and he cried out in disbelief.

The Dao‑Execution Army.

The strongest legion in the history of the Human Race, bearing a special mission.

For countless years, although he knew the Human Race had a "Dao‑Execution Army," he had never seen it; he only knew it was powerful, terrifyingly powerful.

But isn't the Dao‑Execution Army only mobilized by the Human Race Co‑Lord? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Why had the Azure Emperor become commander of the Dao‑Execution Army?

"Fight or don't fight—where the hell are all these useless words coming from?"

The Azure Emperor burst out swearing directly.

The Zhou Emperor's face kept shifting; he gave the Azure Emperor a deep look, then closed his eyes and said nothing.

He backed down.

The Dao‑Execution Army's strength was absolutely not something the Great Zhou Fate Dynasty could contend with.

"Let's continue the discussion."

The Azure Emperor put away the ancient, simple Token, looked at the dumbstruck crowd, and said with a smile.

Just then—

A powerhouse of the Ancestor Hall strode in and reported respectfully, "Ancestor, an envoy from the Qin Dynasty Fate Court has arrived!"

"Who is it?" the Ancestor asked curiously.

"Minister of War, Wang Jian!"

"Let him in."

The Ancestor's brows lifted slightly; appointing the Minister of War as envoy was a very rare occurrence.

Soon, Wang Jian entered the great hall and bowed to the Ancestor. "Envoy of the Qin Dynasty, Wang Jian, pays respects to the Ancestor!"

"Rise."

The Ancestor studied Wang Jian carefully, a trace of appreciation flashing through his eyes, and said with a smile, "Mid Immortal Emperor stage—not bad. It seems Emperor Qin forged the Grand World, allowing your strength to undergo a qualitative metamorphosis."

Mid Immortal Emperor!

Everyone's hearts jolted, their faces full of shock.

Even the Zhou Emperor, who had been sitting with eyes closed, had his eyelids twitch slightly, though he did not open them; only the temperature around him plunged sharply to the extreme.

Wang Jian gave a polite smile but did not reply.

"You've come to the Ancestor Hall this time as envoy—what business do you have?" The Ancestor asked bluntly.

"Reporting to the Ancestor, the Qin Dynasty is preparing to use troops against the six ancient clans and requests the Ancestor's permission!" Wang Jian did not conceal anything and directly stated his purpose.

"You people are truly bold!"

Before the Ancestor could speak, the Zhou Emperor suddenly opened his eyes; two beams of golden light shot out, and he said, murderous intent boiling, "By the Human Race Clan Decree, those who recklessly incite civil war are to be killed without mercy!"

With that, he directly launched an attack.

Clang!

A golden sword left its scabbard.

A peerlessly sharp, supremely noble Sword Qi manifested, cleaving heaven and earth as it slashed toward Wang Jian.

"Within the Qin Dynasty, this general's strength doesn't count as top‑tier, but I still do not fear you."

Wang Jian's expression did not change; he suddenly drew the sword at his waist.

Boom!

A surge of blue Immortal Qi erupted from his body, gathering in the firmament; lightning flashed, thunder roared, and in the blink of an eye it spread beyond the Ancestor Hall, covering the endless Void.

The Dao of Water spanned the sky.

It was like a colossal pillar propping up heaven and earth, holding up an entire sky.

Within the Dao, there was a strand of Sword Qi!

"Cut!"

Wang Jian said coldly.

The Sword Qi fell.

Heaven and earth exploded.

At the same time, the sky‑supporting pillar detonated, turning into boundless water vapor, transforming into countless Sword Qi that followed close behind and slashed down.

Looking up, the sky had already been shrouded by blue Sword Qi.

Any matter, any energy, before these Sword Qi could only march toward annihilation.

"Damn it!"

The Zhou Emperor's face went pale; within those Sword Qi he sensed the threat of death, making his scalp tingle and every hair stand on end.

Seeing the two Sword Qi about to collide, the Ancestor suddenly shouted, "Disperse!"

The power of an Immortal Venerable spread out, wiping out all Sword Qi.

"I beg the Ancestor's forgiveness!"

Wang Jian sheathed his battle sword, his expression calm as he bowed, neither servile nor overbearing.

No matter what, making a move in the Ancestor Hall was disrespectful to the Ancestor.

"Hmph!"

The Zhou Emperor's face was somewhat pale; he gave a cold snort and said nothing.

"It's fine. Emperor Qin's intent, I have already understood. Go back and tell Emperor Qin: in this matter, the fault lies with the six ancient clans."

The Ancestor waved his hand with a smile as he spoke.

His words were very interesting—he neither approved nor forbade the Qin Dynasty's use of troops; he merely judged who was right and who was wrong.

But in most cases, not stopping was tacit approval.

"Many thanks, Ancestor!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian bowed respectfully, then quickly left the Ancestor Hall.

"This little fellow is quite thoughtful."

The Ancestor looked at Wang Jian's departing back, a trace of a smile appearing on his face.

With his wisdom, he naturally guessed that Qin Wudao had already dispatched the troops, and sending Wang Jian as envoy to the Ancestor Hall was to tell the world that the Qin Dynasty Fate Court still supported the Ancestor Hall.

This was the stance of the Qin Dynasty Fate Court!

Moreover, it wasn't only the Qin Dynasty that wanted to wipe out the six ancient clans; even he, the Ancestor, found the six ancient clans an eyesore and had developed the urge to kill.

It was just that, seated in the position of Human Race Co‑Lord, he could not make a move lightly.

...

Right after Wang Jian left the Ancestor Hall—

The six armies dispatched by Qin Wudao arrived outside the six ancient clans.

Outside Martial Authority Mountain.

A blood‑colored Immortal City hung in the air.

Bai Qi stood atop the city wall, a strand of blood‑red hair hanging down his back, fluttering without wind.

His aura was fully restrained; he seemed like an ordinary person, not a trace of killing intent on him, yet the killing intent released by the soldiers of the First Legion did not dare approach within ten zhang of him.

After breaking through to Immortal Venerable, his comprehension of the Dao of Killing had reached an even deeper realm.

"We can begin the assault."

Suddenly, Bai Qi gave the order.

He unhurriedly drew his blood‑red sword and slashed toward the Void ahead.

In an instant, space and time were infinitely stretched; a blood‑colored Sword Qi appeared, severing the time‑space of the Origin World and falling upon the time‑space barrier of another small world.

Under this Sword Qi, the solid Void was like brittle paper, torn apart layer by layer.

At the same time—

Within the An Family.

Countless An Clan powerhouses stood beside the ancestral shrine, stern and ready.

Boom!

The Void was massively torn apart, and a pitch‑black spatial passage appeared, linking this end of the small world to the Origin World.

"Kill!"

The soldiers of the First Legion roared, flying out of the spatial passage in perfect order like a sharp sword piercing heaven and earth as they flew into the small world where the An Family resided.

The Dao of Ten Thousand Kills of one hundred thousand men spanned the sky!

Like a heavenly waterfall, it annihilated all living beings, incomparably terrifying.

After the baptism of "Grand Dao Creation," the one hundred thousand soldiers of the First Legion had generally broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, with quite a few experts at Immortal King and Immortal Emperor level.

"Clansmen, prepare to engage the enemy!"

"Let those lowly outsiders witness the might of an archaic clan!"

High in the Void, the An Family's Grand Elder held a battle sword and gave a sharp order.

As his voice fell, over ten thousand An Clan powerhouses broke through the air, set up a great Formation, and flew toward the spatial passage, intending to keep the battlefield outside the small world.

But how could their strength compare to that of the First Legion?

Boom!

When the two sides collided, the An Clan powerhouses fell in swathes.

Gurgling blood flowed out from the spatial passage.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the An Family's Grand Elder's expression changed slightly; he landed outside the ancestral land and removed the Formation, revealing a stone statue a full one hundred thousand zhang tall, holding a battle spear and looking down on all.

"Summon the Ancestor..."