Chapter 1235: Chapter 1229: First Victory
"It’s almost over!"
Four hours later, Zhao Yun, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield, murmured to himself.
At this moment, it had been two and a half hours since the nine major forces joined forces to invade, and the vast void beyond the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range had turned to ash due to the prolonged battle of the Quasi-Saints.
Sure enough, shortly after Zhao Yun spoke, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, Huang Zhong, Ma Chao, and Xue Rengui were the first to finish their fights.
Compared to Xu Da and Ran Min, they had a significant advantage by being able to harness the power of the army’s spirit.
General!
What is a General?
A bravery that allows one man to hold a pass against ten thousand enemies!
A strategy born from studying military tactics and deploying troops!
Therefore, the strength of a commander comes primarily from two aspects: first, a strong personal capability to command an army, and second, the army’s strength to empower them with the army’s spirit.
"Retreat!"
On the southeastern battlefield of the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range, the Clan Leader of the Heaven Saint Clan, seeing the defeat on the other six battlefields, did not hesitate and immediately issued a retreat order.
He glanced deeply at Xu Da, transformed into a holy light, and flew off into the distance.
The other powerful members of the Heaven Saint Clan, seeing this, quickly fled.
"Consider yourselves lucky for escaping quickly!"
On the spot, Xu Da panted heavily as he watched the fleeing powerhouses of the Heaven Saint Clan. His blood-stained face revealed a slight smile.
He succeeded!
One versus twenty-seven!
Without an army and without the inheritance of divine power, he broke through his limits and drove back the enemy!
At this moment.
With the retreat of the Heaven Saint Clan, only the Slaughter Palace and Reach Heaven Sect continued to resist among the nine battlefields outside the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range.
"Withdraw!"
At this moment, a deep voice echoed from above the nine heavens, resonating throughout the outer world of Chaos, shattering the clouds above, and obliterating the endless Chaos Qi.
It was the voice of the Dao Saint Taihong!
"Retreat quickly!"
On the western battlefield, the master of the Slaughter Palace was momentarily stunned and coldly ordered.
He had a tall build, wore a blood-red robe, held a blood-colored war sword, and was enveloped in killing intent. Countless wronged souls wailed, screamed, and cried.
"As you command!"
Over thirty strong figures of the Slaughter Palace cupped their hands, transformed into streams of blood light, and pierced through the sky.
"Retreat!"
On the northwestern battlefield, the Sect Master of the Reach Heaven Sect hurriedly commanded.
By now, his appearance was somewhat miserable, with a broken left arm and a bloodless face, so upon hearing the voice of the Dao Saint Taihong, he decisively fled in panic.
Behind him followed nine Quasi-Saints of the Reach Heaven Sect.
At the beginning of the battle, the Reach Heaven Sect had dispatched thirty-five Quasi-Saints.
This meant that the Reach Heaven Sect lost twenty-five Quasi-Saints in this battle.
"Roar!"
Ran Min stood towering in the sky, his burly body covered in hideous scars, exuding a fierce aura like a supreme beast, seemingly about to devour the world.
Among the generals, his combat style was known for its ferocity, entirely reckless.
Thus, the number of Quasi-Saints he killed exceeded even those of Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and others.
Exchanging wounds for lives!
To others, this style might not be worth advocating, but to him, it was the most worthwhile choice.
"Mighty!"
On the Savage Heaven Mountain, Zheng He, holding his sword, nervously watched the great battle. When he saw the retreat of the nine major forces, he became excited and couldn’t help but shout.
They won!
This seemingly desperate battle, where the few triumphed over the many, ended with the victory of the Qin Dynasty.
"Mighty!"
"The General is mighty!"
"The Qin Dynasty is mighty!"
Upon hearing Zheng He’s shout, the soldiers from the Second Legion, Eleventh Legion, and others resonated with a spiritual connection, waving their weapons and shouting aloud.
Everyone’s face brimmed with pride.
They won!
This victory reinforced their belief that they were an invincible force, a Wansheng Army!
Generals Zhao Yun, Zhang Fei, Guan Yu, Xue Rengui, Xu Da, Ran Min, and others, hearing the triumphant shouts echoing through the skies, also showed a trace of a smile on their faces.
Their smile was in the victory!
Their smile was in this battle with no comrades sacrificed!
Achieving both, what reason did they have not to smile?
"Won?"
"Heavens above, what kind of divine force is this? All the commanders possess the ability to surpass their levels and are invincible in their realm?"
Around the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range, the many Martial Artists who watched were utterly shocked, unable to recover for a long time.
Prior to the outbreak of the war, they believed that the joint forces of the nine powers, with over three hundred Quasi-Saints, would surely sweep through the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range with unstoppable force.
However, the final outcome was the nine powers fleeing in defeat.
If it were known that the enemy of the nine powers also had numerous Quasi-Saints, it would have been understandable, but throughout the entire process, the Qin Dynasty dispatched only nine Quasi-Saints.
If not seen with their own eyes, they would never have believed it.
"The outer world of Chaos is changing!"
In the distance, an elderly man, wearing scholarly robes and exuding elegance, stroked his beard with his left hand, a flicker of concern crossing his face.
A great power’s rise is always built upon the bones of countless fallen forces.
Beneath the throne, besides endless glory and honor, lie the white bones of hills, the flowing rivers of blood, and the turning pages of heavy history.
"Men, dispatch envoys to negotiate with the human forces in the Ancient Fierce Mountain Range!"
Quite a few bold leaders had already decided not to watch any longer and prepared to ally with the Qin Dynasty.
Benefits and risks coexist!
The upcoming era is destined to be one of chaos.
And they are the gamblers, wagering their own lives and those of future generations on an uncertain future, choosing sides even when the situation remains unclear.
If they win, they reap immense rewards.
If they lose, it’s merely death.
This world is never short of gamblers.
However, many other leaders remained silent because they understood that sitting in a position of power requires careful decision-making; a single thought might dictate their course, determining the survival of countless lives.
...
"Lost?"
From the inner world of Chaos, a deep voice emerged from the Dao Saint Taihong’s sanctuary.
In the central hall, the Dao Saint Taihong sat on a chair, his expression shifting, showing confusion, doubt, surprise...
It seems that even now, he couldn’t comprehend how the Qin Dynasty’s nine Quasi-Saints could defeat the combined forces of nine powers, which numbered over three hundred Quasi-Saints!
"No wonder the myriad heavens’ will was defeated!"
"No wonder the mechanical race was defeated!"
"No wonder the eternal race was defeated!"
A moment later, the Dao Saint Taihong spoke through gritted teeth, the Qin Dynasty having so many capable of surpassing their levels. How could they be defeated unless the power gap was too vast?
A prodigy capable of surpassing their level and reigning supreme in their realm can emerge with great achievements in the chaotic times.
Much less, with ten, dozens, or even more prodigies?
At this moment, the Dao Saint Taihong’s killing intent and dread towards Qin reached its peak.
He dared not imagine if all of Qin’s prodigies broke through to the Dao Saint Realm, would he, like an ant, be casually crushed to death?
Thinking of this, a chill ran through the Dao Saint Taihong’s body.
"No, I must see my master, we cannot let the Qin Dynasty develop any further..."
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