Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 1633 - 1632: Ren Qinghuan’s Trump Card
You’re forcing my hand!
As soon as these words fell, Ren Qinghuan’s already cold aura completely erupted.
First Grade Divine Sea Realm!
The combination of pressure and aura almost turned into a storm, dancing between Heaven and Earth.
The powers on both sides have become utterly frigid at this moment.
War is now unavoidable!
"Come!"
Ren Qinghuan, with graceful poise and fluttering veil, her three thousand strands of hair danced behind her, carrying an overwhelming momentum.
"Ming Xushen!"
Ren Qinghuan flipped her palm, and an ice-blue longsword appeared.
She gently raised it, pointing directly at Ming Xushen.
"The favor, my Ren Family has long repaid it."
"Without the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion back then, you wouldn’t have your present Ming Surname Faction!"
"I treated you well in every way, yet you returned the favor like a wolf like a tiger."
"And now, you’ve initiated this war..."
"If you want to fight, then I, Ren Qinghuan, will accompany you in battle!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!!"
"Fight!!!"
At this moment, the momentum of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion’s disciples had been completely ignited, various breaths erupted entirely.
"Boom~"
The iron cavalry of the Three Great Legions charged in, sweeping past, stirring thick dust as they headed directly for the Ming Surname Faction’s people.
They did not hesitate at all.
They are the army of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion!
"Kill!"
Ming Xushen’s expression was cold, his aged hand waved fiercely.
"Kill!!!"
The Ming Surname Faction’s people also erupted with an earth-shattering battle cry, countless figures charged out, heading straight for the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion.
The first inner sect war of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, and the only inner sect war, finally began!
"Whoosh!"
Ming Xushen took out a curved blade, presenting gray but not thick, evidently a weapon of low-grade Ghost Artifact level!
"After today’s battle, with my Ming Surname Faction, there will be no Ren Family!"
As these words fell, Ming Xushen’s cultivation base unfolded, and with a rumbling sound, he lunged, the curved blade slashing towards Ren Qinghuan.
"Scram!"
Ren Qinghuan snorted coldly, her longsword danced, instantly transforming into nine forms, presenting a terrifying posture, causing the void to tremble, heading towards Ming Xushen.
"Boom boom boom..."
The two Divine Sea Realm powerhouses engaged nearly instantly, exchanging hundreds and thousands of blows.
Both were of First Grade Divine Sea Realm, their cultivation bases equivalent, making it difficult to determine a victor for the moment.
Meanwhile, the various great powerhouses on both sides were also engaged in battle.
The Ming Surname Faction had long prepared to betray, and the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion’s people had long been guarding against their betrayal. Both sides were extremely well-prepared, leaving no sense of being caught off guard.
The roar of battle echoed over the Mountain of Outer Disciples of Heavenly Mountain Pavilion.
The powers were evenly matched, a fight to the death, the dazzling colors carried astonishing attack power, causing the weapons in their hands to pierce into the opponents’ bodies.
There was no mercy, they served their respective factions.
Just like Su Han once did, on the Dragon Martial Continent.
To the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, Ren Qinghuan was their belief.
To the people of the Ming Surname Faction, Ming Xushen was their belief!
"Come out!" 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Just as the battle reached white heat, Ming Xushen suddenly threw out a crystal stone and crushed it directly.
After him, Ming Shiqing and many strong figures of the Ming Surname Faction also took out such a crystal stone, crushing them all.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
After they crushed the crystal stones, countless figures charged in from outside the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion.
And the Sect Protection Array of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion never appeared.
No need to ponder further, everyone understood that the disciples guarding the Teleportation Formation and the disciples activating the Sect Protection Array were either dead or... had already rebelled!
These numerous figures were densely packed, numbering at least in the millions.
The aura they carried was not particularly strong, but definitely not weaker than the disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion. In terms of levels, the two were equivalent.
"Mercenary Group..."
Fengg Yi gritted his teeth: "Hiring so many mercenary groups must have cost a fortune in Spirit Crystals, right?"
"How much Spirit Crystals were spent doesn’t concern you, it’s not ours anyway, it’s the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion’s."
Opposite Fengg Yi was a power of First Grade Void Heaven Realm, engaged in combat with Fengg Yi.
He sneered and said: "Frustrated? Using your money to invite others to kill you, isn’t it delightful?"
Fengg Yi’s expression was grim without speaking, but the intensity of his attacks increased.
After all, he was the Corps Commander of the Star God Army, every member of the Three Great Legions was carefully selected from within the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion, whether in terms of loyalty or strength, they were far stronger than others.
Including Fengg Yi, the Corps Commander, he was also stronger than other First Grade Void Heaven Realm.
At this moment, his attack power increased like a storm, and the opponent instantly felt unable to withstand it.
However, soon hired mercenary group members joined the fight, causing the originally advantageous Three Great Legions to fall into a tough battle.
Not only the Three Great Legions, but everywhere was facing a tough battle.
With the addition of these mercenary groups, the momentum of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion’s disciples suddenly plummeted, retreating step by step.
While the Ming Surname Faction pressed their advantage, never showing mercy where killing could be achieved.
"Ren Qinghuan, abolish your cultivation base, take your people, and immediately get out of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion!"
Ming Xushen spoke coldly: "You’ve seen the current situation, if this continues, you will surely die. This is the last mercy that this old man can show towards the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion!"
"If you were truly merciful, you wouldn’t have rebelled."
Ren Qinghuan spoke coldly, swung her hand, and a large area of golden light appeared.
As this golden light scattered onto the ground, the ground rumbled and cracked open, and countless figures, also clad in pitch-black armor, slowly emerged from the ground.
"This..."
When they saw these figures, everyone was momentarily stunned, the entire battlefield paused for a moment.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
Those figures rushed out, actually shaking the heavens, their murderous aura extremely dense, clearly each one had countless lives in their hands.
At the forefront of the crowd was a middle-aged man.
"Pavilion Master."
As soon as he appeared, he knelt on one knee toward Ren Qinghuan.
On him, the aura of First Grade Divine Sea Realm was also emanating.
"You are..."
Ming Xushen stared at the middle-aged man, after a moment, his pupils contracted, and he couldn’t help but exclaim.
"Tong Lihui!!!"
"What?!"
"He is Tong Lihui?"
"Didn’t they say Senior Brother Tong had long been missing?"
"So he’s not dead huh!"
When they heard the name Tong Lihui, everyone’s expressions changed slightly.
Thousands of years ago, the first-ranked Senior Brother among the Outer Sect disciples of the Heavenly Mountain Pavilion went missing.
And the name of the Senior Brother... was Tong Lihui!
