"Man and Sword Unite as One!"
On the blood-soaked battlefield, First Prince Qin Xiaolong roared. Clasped in his right hand, the golden battle sword radiated an eye-piercing brilliance, coalescing into Sword Qi that slashed towards the enemy before him.
The Sword Qi tore through the air like a raging storm, invincible in its path!
Every soldier from the Six Nations struck by the Sword Qi—whether they were Postnatal Martial Artists, Prenatal Martial Artists, or even commanders at the Real Human Realm—perished beneath its might.
The Sword Qi tore a ravine into the level ground. Mangled corpses tumbled in, creating a pool of blood.
"Kill!"
Qin Xiaolong pointed his sword forward, leading the army behind him, and broke through the Six Nations' blockade.
"Soul Spear Slash!"
"Lingxi Sword!"
"Ghost God Annihilation Slash!"
In their respective battlefields, Second Prince Qin Zhangu, Fifth Prince Qin Suming, and Eighth Prince Qin Taiyi all unleashed their unique skills, dealing the enemy a heavy blow and furiously breaking through their encirclement.
However, not all the princes succeeded. Third Prince Qin Shengxi, Fourth Prince Qin Bumie, Sixth Prince Qin Antian, and Seventh Prince Qin Qiuhong failed to break out of the encirclement. Under the enemy's relentless assault, they suffered grievous casualties and were in imminent peril.
"Soldiers, charge with me and defeat the scum of the Six Nations!"
After breaking out of the encirclement, Qin Xiaolong was filled with soaring spirits. Leading fifty thousand ironclad soldiers, he rampaged across the battlefield, slaughtering countless enemies.
"Kill, kill, kill..."
The Qin soldiers were blood-mad, drenched in gore, each transformed into a blood-soaked figure. Radiating a suffocating killing intent, they were like butchers on the battlefield, like demons reincarnated into the world, striking terror into all who saw them.
In their minds, there was only one thought: kill! Kill every last piece of scum from the Six Nations!
"Men of Old Qin, kill!"
A Qin soldier with a severed arm, his face contorted with ferocity, possessed by a grim determination to die fighting, thrust the battle sword in his hand into an enemy's chest.
As blood splashed onto his face, the old Qin soldier laughed, a true demon in that moment. He had eradicated another enemy for his country.
"Mighty men of Old Qin, together we face the nation's peril!"
Countless Qin soldiers roared, their somber war song echoing across the battlefield. The black and white Qin Flag fluttered relentlessly, never once falling, guiding the Qin army's advance.
"Compared to a hundred years ago, the strength of Qin Country has grown significantly!"
On a simple high platform at the rear of the battlefield, Chu Wuji's expression was grave. Having fought the Qin army for years, he deeply understood the terror of the Qin people. Within those seemingly cultured and refined individuals flowed savage, bloodthirsty veins.
Compared to the armies of the Six Nations, the people of Qin feared death the least.
That was not the most dreadful part. The truly terrifying aspect of the Qin people was their conviction, their national pride, and their indomitable spirit of struggle.
Because of this, every person of Qin was a born warrior, allowing them to transform from a small tribe into the strongest power in the East Ancient Domain in merely a hundred thousand years.
"The combined forces of the Six Nations are utterly no match for the Qin Dynasty. Fortunately, we still have a trump card!"
Chu Wuji muttered to himself, staring at Qin Xiaolong charging across the battlefield, a cold smile touching his lips. He cupped his hands towards the void and intoned, "I beseech the Chosen One of the Sect to engage in battle!"
Behind each of the Six Nations stood a hidden sect. These sects possessed profound legacies, housed countless powerful experts, and had existed for over a hundred thousand years, manipulating the East Ancient Domain from the shadows.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The clear void was instantly shrouded in dark clouds. Powerful figures hovered within the clouds, gazing down upon the battlefield with indifferent expressions, like Heavenly Immortals descending to the mortal realm.
"All six great sects gathered... The Qin Dynasty is truly honored by such attention!"
Atop Hangu Pass, Wang Jian's calm expression finally shifted. However, it quickly returned to normal. He had faith in his country's strength and believed they would overcome the enemy.
"The foremost prodigy of the Qin Dynasty? A Martial Artist at the Cave Heaven Stage in his thirties... you are barely worthy of my attention!"
A young man in a white robe descended slowly from the clouds. He exuded an aura that could swallow mountains and rivers, an air of invincibility across the universe. He said to Qin Xiaolong, "Remember the one who kills you: Luo Yun, Dao Child of the Skyfire Sect!"
"Fire That Scorches a Thousand Miles!"
The moment his words fell, dozens of crimson flames materialized from the void. They blazed fiercely, emitting a terrifying heat that transformed the frigid battlefield into a searing inferno.
"Arrogant!"
Qin Xiaolong looked up and soared into the air. His piercing black eyes erupted with a dazzling divine light. Faintly, two golden dragons seemed to roar towards the heavens. His body, wreathed in countless strands of Sword Qi, shot towards Luo Yun.
"Trifling!"
Luo Yun scoffed disdainfully. With a light wave of his right hand, the dozens of fireballs swelled dramatically, colliding with the Sword Qi.
BOOM!
The two forces collided, producing a thunderous sound that distorted the void. Qin Xiaolong's Sword Qi held for only a moment before being incinerated by the intense heat, disintegrating completely.
"Go!"
Luo Yun continued his assault. The dozens of fireballs merged, forming a ferocious fire dragon. It bared its fangs and brandished its claws, lunging at Qin Xiaolong with the speed of a thunderbolt.
A fiery explosion erupted. A figure was sent flying like a bird with broken wings, smashing into the ground and gouging out a large crater.
PFFT...
Qin Xiaolong lay in the crater, coughing up a mouthful of blood. His battle sword clattered beside him. He clutched his scorched chest, his face pale, staring at Luo Yun in utter disbelief.
He had lost! In a single exchange, he, the First Prodigy of the Qin Empire, had been defeated by a prodigy from a hidden sect.
"Is this the prodigy of the Qin Empire? Too weak! You couldn't even withstand thirty percent of my power. Now, I shall grant you death. Do you have any objections?"
Luo Yun's domineering voice echoed through the heavens, causing the expressions of the numerous commanders on Hangu Pass to shift. They prepared to save Qin Xiaolong but were stopped by Wang Jian. An unspoken rule existed in the cultivation world: the older generation could not intervene in battles between young prodigies.
Moreover, the experts from the Empire had not yet arrived. If they interfered, the powerhouses from the six great sects would obliterate the Pass in an instant.
"Die!"
Luo Yun extended his index and middle fingers, aiming them lightly at Qin Xiaolong. A beam of red light shot forth, piercing the void.
Qin Xiaolong lay in the crater, unable to move, a trace of despair and unwillingness flickered in his eyes.
Countless Qin soldiers watched helplessly, their faces filled with rage, as the prodigy of their Qin Empire was about to be slain.
WHOOSH!
Just at that moment, a grey stream of Sword Qi shot out from within Hangu Pass. It struck the beam of light, saving Qin Xiaolong's life in the nick of time.
"Who is it?"
Luo Yun's expression darkened instantly. His eyes, wreathed in fire, blazed with boundless killing intent.
"Who made that move?"
In the Qin camp, all the commanders, including Wang Jian, exchanged bewildered glances, scanning their surroundings.
"Since when could you kill someone from my Great Qin?"
Before everyone's expectant eyes, Qin Wudao ascended into the sky. With each step, his aura intensified, his gaze growing ever more imperious, like a peerless King surveying the battlefield.
"It's the Ninth Prince!"
Wang Jian couldn't help but exclaim, utterly surprised. He had never imagined that the one to intervene would be Qin Wudao.
The assembled commanders stared at that imposing figure, equally astounded. Isn't the Ninth Prince supposed to be useless?
"Who are you?"
Luo Yun was momentarily stunned by Qin Wudao's aura. After a brief pause, he demanded sharply, rapidly circulating the Spiritual Energy within him. A brilliant fire erupted from his body, making him resemble a sun. He sensed an intense threat from Qin Wudao and dared not be careless.
"Remember this: the one who will kill you is the Ninth Prince of the Qin Empire, Qin Wudao!"
Qin Wudao echoed Luo Yun's earlier words. Extending his right hand, a golden battle sword appeared. One face was engraved with the sun, moon, and stars; the other depicted mountains, rivers, and flora, all while emanating a sacred aura.
An overwhelming Sword Intent permeated the entire battlefield.
Instantly, every other sword on the field lost its luster. Those that had fallen to the ground floated into mid-air, their blades bending as if in homage to the Xuanyuan Sword.
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