Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 682 - 686: Rage_1
In the midst of the Heavenly Demon Formation, thousands of swords emerged all at once. The disciples from the three peaks of the Sky Sword Pavilion made an all-out effort, slaughtering demon shadows and resisting arrows. The three Sword Holding Ancestors floated mid-air, their faces solemn. Endless Sword Qi swirled around, slashing towards the Heavenly Demon Formation. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! As the Sword Qi descended one after another, the Heavenly Demon Formation rippled but showed no signs of shattering.
"His aim is to trap us!" the Second Sword Holding Ancestor said solemnly.
The Sword Holding Ancestor and Third Sword Holding Ancestor remained silent, their hearts anxious. The Extreme Demon Hall wouldn't move its mountain-guarding formation without a good reason. It wasn't just to trap them; there was surely a bigger plot. Now, the elite of the Sky Sword Pavilion were all trapped at the front line. The rear was left undefended. If other forces launched an attack on the Human Race at this time, then what awaited the Human Race would be a catastrophe. This conspiracy targeted not only the Sky Sword Pavilion but also the Human Race.
At this thought, the Sword Holding Ancestor shivered. He pushed his cultivation technique to its limit, his Qi and blood surging like mercury, and unleashed the ultimate power of a peak Profound Immortal, striking forcefully.
"Give it your all! We must break this formation!"
The Second and Third Sword Holding Ancestors nodded, their eyes filled with Evil Qi. Their Immortal Swords pointed at the sky, a murderous aura enveloping them. Countless souls of other races wailed as they unleashed a world-shocking sword strike. The Sword Qi surged, cleaving the cosmos.
As guardians of the Human Race, the number of non-humans killed by their hands was too many to count. In the past, with the swords in their hands, they had defeated numerous powerful enemies, cutting a bloody path through adversity. This time would be no different.
BOOM!
As the three swords fell, the Ten Thousand Demon Formation trembled violently, as if it was about to be torn apart.
"Struggling in vain!" The Heartless Guardian sneered, his old face full of killing intent. "The good days of the Human Race should come to an end!" With a flip of his right hand, a tremendous force infused the Ten Thousand Demon Formation, restoring its previous state.
Imprison the sky!
Trap the earth!
Execute the Sky Sword Pavilion disciples!
"Guardian, we may not be able to hold on for long once those three old men unleash their power!" the commander of the Demon War Army said, his expression somewhat serious as he saluted.
He couldn't understand why the Heartless Guardian would deploy the mountain-protecting formation. This was clearly a formation that could resist a peak Taiyi True Immortal, yet it was being used here and now. Wasn't it overkill?
"Holding on for three to five days shouldn't be a problem!" the Heartless Guardian laughed sinisterly. "After three to five days, the Hall Master's plan will succeed. At that time..." He didn't finish his sentence. Some things, only he needed to know. Once the plan was accomplished, in the Red Dragon Starfield, the Extreme Demon Hall would be revered!
「Sky Sword Pavilion」
"As expected, something serious has happened!" In a certain courtyard within the Sky Sword Pavilion, Yang Zaixing sighed while reading the intelligence report in his hand, his face heavy. It was frontline intelligence, mainly stating that the three Sword Holding Ancestors were trapped.
"This is bad!" Before one crisis could be resolved, another emerged.
The Punishment Elder walked in, holding a blood-stained report. His face showed a complex mix of anger and worry. "You were right!" he exclaimed. "The Molting Dragon Heavenly Court has truly invaded! Yesterday, the Molting Dragon Emperor dispatched the Left and Right Generals to invade the western starfield of the Human Race. Hundreds of Human Race stars have fallen!" His tone was filled with rage.
To the Human Race, the All Clans were even more detestable than demonic cultivators. If conquered by demonic cultivators, the worst outcome was death. But falling into the hands of the All Clans was a fate worse than death. They would be enslaved, their martial arts crippled, forced to live a life worse than death itself. The Flood Dragons of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court might not eat humans, but they... they sought to crush their spirits!
"How many in the Sky Sword Pavilion are still able to fight?" Yang Zaixing asked as he stood up. Unconsciously, he had already donned his armor and gripped his battle spear.
"From the Battle Sword Peak, there are 40,000 disciples. Adding the 50,000 disciples from the Enforcement Peak, we have 90,000 in total!" the Punishment Elder immediately responded.
"All of them, assemble! Prepare for battle!" Yang Zaixing declared, gripping his battle spear tightly. His Qi soared to the heavens, his battle intent filling the air.
"Are you sure?" the Punishment Elder cried out. "The Left General of the Molting Dragon Heavenly Court commands 100,000 men! The Right General commands 120,000 men! Together, their armies number 220,000! With your 90,000, are you confident in defending our territory?"
"Should we just wait for death?" Yang Zaixing retorted without turning his head.
Wait for death? The Punishment Elder laughed heartily, his worries vanishing. Yes! In this current situation, is there any room for maneuver? Faced with a formidable enemy, and as protectors of the Human Race, does the Sky Sword Pavilion have any room to retreat? We certainly can't just lay down our weapons and obediently wait for death!
"All disciples of the Sky Sword Pavilion, hear my command! Fight!" the Punishment Elder roared, his hair flying wildly. A blood-red Sword Intent, filled with determination, surged towards the Heavenly Universe.
Within the Battle Sword Peak, 40,000 cultivating Sky Sword Pavilion disciples, upon hearing the word "battle," didn't hesitate. They drew their swords and soared into the Changkong.
From a dark mountain peak, disciples clad in blood-red sword robes, each with the character for "Punishment" embroidered on their chest, flew towards the main peak, their faces grim with killing intent.
「Pavilion Master's Hall - Secret Room」
Battle! In the secret room of the Pavilion Master's Hall, Hongyi, who was in deep seclusion, opened his eyes.
He had been on the verge of breaking through the bottleneck to the late stage of the Profound Immortal Realm. He was at the final hurdle; in at most two months, he could have achieved his breakthrough. However, he chose to abandon it. He knew the Human Race was at a critical juncture of survival; otherwise, the Punishment Elder would not have ordered all disciples of the sect to war. He, Hongyi, was also a disciple of the Sky Sword Pavilion; he too must join the battle.
「The Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty. Imperial Bureau of Astronomy.」
"The Fortune of the Human Race in the Red Dragon Starfield is in imminent danger!" Yuan Tiangang sat cross-legged, his hands forming seals that seemed to merge with the Voidness. The power of Heavenly Mystery fluctuated around him, and his expression shifted.
He looked towards the east, where another war was brewing.
In his vision, a colossal white dragon, heavy with twilight, struggled desperately. It let out continuous low howls, trying to drive away the jackals, tigers, and leopards circling it. Alas, it was old, after all. A mighty dragon stranded in shallow waters becomes prey for shrimp, let alone when surrounded by savage tigers and wolves. The tigers roared and the hungry wolves howled, their green eyes gleaming with greed, eager to sink their teeth into the great dragon and tear away a piece of its flesh.
「Imperial Study」
"Your Majesty, the army of the Extreme Demon Hall is rapidly approaching the Nine Provinces border!" Nie Zheng reported coldly from within the Imperial Study. His hand, out of habit, rested on the hilt of his sword. His eyes were so cold that others dared not meet his gaze.
Inside the main hall, besides Qin Wudao, stood three others: Zhao Yun, Lv Bu, and Li Yuanba.
"If we annihilate the Extreme Demon Hall's army, the pressure on the Sky Sword Pavilion should lessen considerably, shouldn't it?" Qin Wudao mused, seated on his throne. He gazed at the star chart before him, his eyes calm and devoid of any emotion, as if discussing a trivial matter.
He was furious. When the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty ascended to the Red Dragon Starfield, whom had they provoked? Yet the Extreme Demon Hall acted like a rabid dog, baring its fangs and repeatedly causing trouble for them. Was it a sin to be perceived as weak? Did the Saint's Court of the Qin Dynasty truly seem so easy to bully?
