Chapter 1011: Chapter 1009: I Have a Sword
The entire Nine Heavens is in chaos, the Ancient Road is filled with slaughter, the Divine Clan roars, the Human Clan bellows, the ground is littered with bones, and rivers of blood flow.
The earth is collapsing everywhere, ruins and mountains are leveled flat at this moment.
A grand war has raged for over half a month, countless lives lost.
Both sides suffered great losses.
The scene might not match the Wen Dynasty of years past, but in this era, it’s a true offensive of the Human Clan against the Divine Clan.
The commander, Hongxiu.
The power, Wuji Sect...
Thousands of formidable warriors enter the battlefield, most in the Saint Realm, few are Lords, wielding powerful Divine Weapons, possessing various inheritances, Sword Dao, Divine Skills, skills, even clad in formidable armor, and carrying a stash of Spirit Pills for supplies.
Once injured, recovery is immediate.
Such a scene stuns the Divine Clan’s group of powerhouses.
Wasn’t it said the Human Clan is waning?
Why does the Human Clan still have so many resources?
Thousands of Wuji Sect warriors, bolstered by various inheritance resources, forcefully uprooted dozens of stations along the Ancient Road.
Yet despite this, the alliance powerhouses and Divine Clan warriors are too numerous, and their realms are increasingly higher; now, Quasi-Emperor Realm can be seen everywhere.
Occasionally, a few Emperor Realm warriors emerge, halting the advancing Human Clan.
They are too strong.
"First Road, Second Road, Third Road, Fourth Road, Seventh Road, Ninth Road have all encountered Emperor Realm powerhouses; there’s no way to quickly penetrate deep within and reunite with the Human Emperor and Demon Emperor," a high-ranking Wuji Sect official stated gravely.
"I’m more concerned about that mysterious force, what’s their movement now?"
"It appears to be Zi Ji!" Just those four words made all the high-ranking officials present shudder.
Zi Ji?
The Zi Ji from Qingfeng?
Wasn’t she in the Netherworld?
There was news returned previously that Zi Ji’s true identity is the Nether Emperor’s daughter; after returning last time, she never came back and remained in the Netherworld to inherit the position of Nether Emperor.
Yet now, she leads a group of Netherworld powerhouses into the mortal battlefield.
Countless people were moved, suddenly remembering a saying, the Human Clan is not alone...
The Northern Demon Emperor is taking action, representing the Demon Race, Nether Emperor Zi Ji enters the mortal realm, representing the Netherworld.
At this moment, on the First Road.
The Wuji Sect powerhouses entering here number over three hundred, most are Saint Kings, a few Great Saint Realm, among them a noticeable young man, fierce and invincible, grasping a sword, he cuts his way deeper, no one knows how many Golden Soldiers he has slain or how many times he has bathed in fresh blood.
Now, they arrived at a station, an ancient city covering a massive area, thousands of miles wide.
The city walls are tall, built from granite, reaching an astonishing height of fifty meters, viewed from afar, impressive, grand, imposing...
Full of the aura of time.
Surrounded by woods, unlike other places, it exudes vitality, like a small world, not resembling a station on the Ancient Road.
The Wuji Sect has attacked three times without shaking this ancient city.
Because the powerhouses guarding here are extremely strong, plus an Emperor Realm, not of the Divine Clan, but Human Clan.
The leader from the Human Clan, an elder, is said to have been guided by Hei, who comprehended a formidable Sword Dao; now, he serves as a steward at Wuji Sect, leading a group attacking the road.
At present, he is distressed, pacing back and forth, not saying a word for a long time.
Spent half a month getting here, slew countless enemies, saw many alliance and Divine Clan powerhouses, experienced various bursts of heritage, he could calmly lead the team to confront them.
But this time, the ancient city is too sturdy, surrounded entirely by secret power, guarded by arrays and the powerhouses within the city.
Three attacks ended in failure.
This greatly frustrates the elder!
A long while...
He suddenly stops, his deep eyes fixed on a young man below.
That young man is not very old, around twenty or so, not very tall, about a hundred and seventy centimeters, dressed simply, with a somewhat handsome face, features well-defined.
Overall, he appears very clean.
A quaint sword box is strapped on his back, ordinarily no one may open it, nor touch it, and he rarely speaks, silent.
More bizarrely, until now, no one in the team knows his background, his name, is he part of the Wuji Sect? Or is he not even a disciple of Wuji Sect?
Initially, many were curious, but with the outbreak of slaughter, witnessing this young man’s Sword Dao, they gradually fell silent.
"Do you have a good solution?" the elder inquired.
Once he spoke, everyone present momentarily held their breath.
Silent usually, but now, with the leader asking, he couldn’t remain silent, right?
The young man slowly raises his head and utters one sentence: "I have a sword."
Finally... he spoke...
The voice was pleasing, crisp and captivating, full of vitality.
"Your Sword Dao can break the array within the ancient city?" The elder frowned.
"Yes!"
"Good, when dusk arrives, we’ll launch another attack; then... you will deliver the first strike, just break the array within the ancient city, okay?" the elder asked.
"Okay!" he responded simply.
The elder didn’t inquire further but continued to gaze at the young man, seeming to have seen him somewhere before.
There was an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
At this time, atop the ancient city.
Several Divine Clan powerhouses stand here, it’s been an hour, they gaze towards the Nine Heavens, watching the dim sky, the oppressive world.
The Divine Clan powerhouses show disdain.
Among them, a young man spoke: "The Human Clan, mere ants."
He is lavishly dressed, with full golden hair, cascading over his shoulders, exuding great charisma, with bright golden eyes occasionally sparking different worlds, like a Dharma Principle in operation, very impressive.
As he uttered these words, a middle-aged man nearby furrowed his brows because he is a member of the Human Clan.
He is also a powerhouse sent by the alliance to guard the ancient city, named Qian Lin, Emperor Realm.
Once, he verified Tao in the years, battled all the way into the ancient city, eventually subdued by the alliance’s Heaven Emperor Realm powerhouse, then his mindset changed, and his conviction unwittingly shattered.
The Divine Clan is indeed the only power that can save mankind.
But after spending some time with Divine Clan powerhouses, his conviction wavered again.
Can the Divine Clan truly save the Human Clan?
Qian Lin lowered his eyes, silently pondering.
It’s his first time entering the battlefield; previously, he generally guarded from this ancient city; now, personally engaged with Human Clan powerhouses.
The experience feels quite different.
Those hundreds are full of fighting spirit, their blood boiling, their gaze firm; they never retreat, even knowing how strong the enemies ahead are.
Three attacks here, they still refuse to give up.
Once, years ago, a Human Clan perfection sword cultivator charged into the First Road, and never retreated a step, his Sword Dao nearly shook the First Road.
Unfortunately, the alliance arrangement and the joint strike from the Divine Clan gave him no chance to fight back.
He’s very strong, Sword Dao is extremely brilliant.
"Hey, that Human Clan member, come over here." The golden-haired man raised an eyebrow, lifting his chin, shouting to Qian Lin with a high and mighty demeanor.
Qian Lin gradually opened his eyes, although he kept silent, the glint of cold in his eyes flashed through, making the Divine Clan powerhouses present shiver.
Suddenly, the air turned cold.
The golden-haired man felt stifled, inwardly cursing: "Ant, how dare you exert pressure on me?"
They are also Emperor Realm powerhouses.
Yet faced with Qian Lin, none dared to be careless; that genuine oppressive force spread wantonly, like mountains of Mount Tai pressing here.
They couldn’t breathe.
"We plan to proactively strike, wipe out those hundreds of Human Clan powerhouses," one of the Divine Clan tried to smooth things over.
Among them are five, some from the Ministry of Works, some originating from the Jing Family, some from the Imperial City...
All in Emperor Realm.
Such a terrifying lineup, if they charge, not to mention those three hundred humans, even ten times as many, they fear nothing.
Qian Lin softly said: "My task is to guard."
"Just guard your own; we’re going to attack." Though the golden-haired man curbed himself a lot, his words still carried disdain.
He couldn’t comprehend why such a strong lineup should stay guarding this ancient city?
Directly strike out, wouldn’t it be easier?
Among those three hundred humans, no one can resist; any random action will obliterate them!
Qian Lin said nothing, averting his gaze.
Useless!
The golden-haired man inwardly sneered, then said: "Alright, brothers, prepare to act, sweep across the Nine Heavens!"
This is their true purpose, to massacre the mortal realm.
