Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 667 - 671: Yang Zaixing_1

Choice!

Did he have a choice left?

The Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe slumped, weakness encompassing him. He sat in the Void, his body enveloped by a morose aura, as if he had reached the end of his life in that very instant.

In the face of life and death, no one could maintain absolute calmness.

"I am willing to commit suicide to atone for my sins!" After a moment of silence, the Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe declared in anguish.

The fall of the three ancestors had completely dashed his last hopes. Between personal survival and the fate of his tribe, he could only choose the latter.

The Black Panther Tribe, having persevered since the Dark Age by surviving in the cracks, absolutely could not be destroyed at his hands.

"Not enough!" Zhao Yun shook his head, his aura fully unleashed. An unparalleled, terrifying force swept across the vast world, shaking the stars beyond the firmament.

"All Martial Artists of the Black Panther Tribe at or above the Profound Immortal realm are to commit suicide!"

"The Black Panther Tribe is to move out of the Little Thousand World immediately, find other stars, and become vassals of the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court!"

"The heir of the Black Panther Tribe must receive the approval of the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court. Their diplomatic rights are revoked; they will adhere to the diplomacy of the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court!"

Zhao Yun's cold and resonant voice reverberated through the nine heavens and ten earths, lingering for a long time, like a celestial god issuing divine decrees, imbued with a will that no living being could resist.

"What?"

"Profound Immortal Martial Artists commit suicide!"

"Move out of the Little Thousand World?"

"Become a vassal force of the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court?"

Within the territory of the Black Panther Saint's Court, an uproar erupted. Countless members of the Black Panther Tribe cried out in alarm, their hearts heavy, seething with fury.

If they agreed to Zhao Yun's conditions, the Black Panther Tribe, which had developed over billions of years, would be thrown back to a primitive state overnight, possibly facing even graver challenges.

After all, becoming a vassal to the humans meant aligning with the human forces. The slightest misstep could lead to their annihilation by some passing powerhouse from the All Clans of the Myriad Heavens, severing their lineage and ending their heritage.

"Fine!"

"I agree to your terms!"

Surprisingly, faced with such harsh conditions, the Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe agreed instantly, without a second thought.

"Your Majesty, you are being foolish!" The Prime Minister was aghast and, without thinking, turned to flee.

Fleeing with him were the Great General and the State Preceptor.

The Black Panther Saint's Court was a first-rate power, with several Profound Immortal Martial Artists presiding. Besides the three royal ancestors, the Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe, the Prime Minister, the Great General, and the State Preceptor had also cultivated to the Profound Immortal Realm.

"Am I foolish? But if I don't kill you, none of my descendants will survive!" The Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe sneered incessantly.

He understood perfectly. If he fell, the Black Panther Saint's Court would be left leaderless. At that point, the Prime Minister and the other two would undoubtedly seize power and persecute the members of the royal family. If things got worse, a military rebellion might even break out.

That was why he had agreed without hesitation.

"Trying to run?"

Zhao Yun stomped his foot. An unmatched spear light shot across the sky, sweeping like a tidal wave from one end of the horizon to the other, annihilating everything in its path.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The Void shattered. The fleeing Prime Minister and the other two were engulfed by the vast and mighty spear light before they could even escape the imperial city, losing all signs of life.

Immortal blood splattered; immortal bones exploded into fragments.

"Too... too terrifying!"

Countless members of the Black Panther Tribe watched, dumbfounded and trembling, their minds filled with the image of that world-destroying spear Qi.

The Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe, being closest to Zhao Yun, felt it most intensely; he seemed like a mere ant that a slight stray wisp of spear Qi could obliterate.

It was an invincible strike from a prodigious genius of the human race!

"General, this is the method to advance to the Heavenly Court!" After a moment, the Sovereign of the Black Panther Tribe produced an ancient tome, respectfully placed it in the Void, then looked around at the vast and beautiful lands one last time. With infinite longing in his eyes, he drew his sword and ended his own life.

ROAR!

High above in the celestial dome, the Fortune Golden Dragon wailed, then catastrophically disintegrated, transforming into countless strands of Fortune that flew towards the Nine Provinces Realm.

"Our nation has fallen!"

At that moment, all members of the Black Panther Tribe were overcome with an unending, despairing grief. They knelt, kowtowing, tears streaming uncontrollably. Their domain had collapsed; they no longer had a home!

Zhao Yun glanced indifferently, picked up the ancient tome from the Void, and turned to leave.

He had not a shred of sympathy for his enemies.

In the myriad realms, unrestrained by rites or music, there was only the indignation of the weak; the strong never possessed hearts of compassion. Mercy? That was the most worthless thing.

Take the Qin Dynasty's Saint's Court for example: in less than a month after ascending to the myriad realms, they had already faced two life-or-death crises. If not for their formidable strength, their nation might have been extinguished long ago.

Towards the Black Panther Saint's Court, he had only executed the chief culprits and had not harmed the innocent; this was already showing considerable leniency.

「...」

"DING! Congratulations, Host, for conquering the Black Panther Little Thousand World. The check-in reward is Martial General Yang Zaixing. Do you wish to summon him?"

Yang Zaixing!

「Meanwhile, inside the Imperial Capital...」

Qin Wudao heard the system's prompt, and a slight smile touched his lips.

It seems Zhao Yun has succeeded! With this thought, Qin Wudao shifted his attention to the newly summoned figure and began to inspect his information.

Name: Yang Zaixing!

Cultivation: Initial Stage of Profound Immortal Realm!

Cultivation Technique: "Ten Thousand Gun Decapitation Scripture"!

Brief Introduction: A famed general of the Southern Song Dynasty who resisted the Jin, possessing valor capable of withstanding ten thousand foes.

While following Cao Cheng, he decisively defeated Yue Fei's army!

Subsequently, he pledged allegiance to Yue Fei, resolved their enmity, and served the country with utmost loyalty!

In the Battle of Yancheng, he single-handedly charged into the enemy formation on horseback, carving a bloody path through tens of thousands of Jin soldiers and slaying hundreds!

Regrettably, even heroes meet their end. During the Battle of Shangqiao, Zhang Xian ordered Yang Zaixing to lead three hundred cavalry to the Xiaoshang River. En route, they clashed head-on with Jinwuzhu's army of one hundred twenty thousand.

In the ensuing battle, Yang Zaixing slew over two thousand Jin soldiers. Later, his horse's hooves became mired in the river mud, trapping him, and he was pierced by a myriad of arrows.

Even so, he remained standing tall, his eyes wide open, striking fear into the hearts of the Jin army!

When the Jin army later recovered his body and cremated it, they collected two entire liters of arrowheads.

"The foremost fierce general of the Southern Song Dynasty; he truly lives up to his reputation!" After reading the introduction, Qin Wudao's eyes were filled with astonishment.

Huaxia had numerous Martial Generals, but true "hundred-man slayers" were few and far between.

In terms of martial prowess, Yang Zaixing could rank among the top ten Martial Generals of Huaxia—a veritable fiend of the battlefield!

"Summon!" Qin Wudao said excitedly.

BOOM!

The firmament of the Nine Provinces Realm began to shake violently; even the starry expanse beyond the celestial canopy seemed on the verge of exploding.

Countless Martial Artists raised their heads, gazing towards the high heavens.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a Martial General clad in armor and wielding a battle spear appeared, surrounded by a swirling spear intent. His gaze was captivating, and he exuded an invincible aura.

Boundless spear intent surged, vast and mighty, sweeping across the sky.

This was the ultimate spear intent of 'One Spear to Determine the Cosmos.'

Within the Nine Provinces Realm, all Martial Artists who cultivated the path of the spear felt an inexplicable tremor in their hearts, overcome with a sense of boundless reverence, as if they were witnessing the very apex of the spear dao.

In their hands, battle spear after battle spear trembled, their sharpness entirely concealed.

"A world where martial prowess is supreme!"

"In this life, I ask the world: who can kill me?" Yang Zaixing declared confidently, standing proudly in the sky as he sensed the power within his body.

In his past life, he had been unrivaled, yet he had tragically fallen to a scheme. Now, having arrived in the myriad realms, a world where martial strength was paramount, he believed himself to be undefeatable.

Give me a little time... And I will surely stand at the peak of all realms!