Chapter 1259: Chapter 1257: Prelude to the Great Decisive Battle, Fierce Battlefield (Part 2)
"Useless things!"
As expected, when he heard that four giants died, Nine Heavens Ancestor flew into a rage just as imagined, and the other three Sky Origin Realm Supreme Lords were also seething with killing intent, itching to immediately chop off Shi Xiaole’s head.
"Impatience leads to chaos in grand plans."
But in the end, none of the four made a move.
After nearly half a year of battle in East Victory and using the Array System of the Ancestral Altar to search for the whereabouts of the Nine Heavenly Aliens, the soul power of the four Celestial Masters had been greatly depleted and had not recovered to this day.
To forcefully take action, let alone whether they could succeed, would only exacerbate their depletion, and they might miss the ultimate battle at its peak.
The four understood that their opponents were Sky Origin Realm Supreme Lords, not a Fake Sky Origin Realm giant.
No matter how strong the latter was, they ultimately could not defy the heavens, especially with an all-out offensive imminent, they could not possibly improve by much.
"The Mystical Forest has been breached; it seems that the East Victory world intends to turn passivity into initiative and break our deployment. However, this is also good, to let them taste blood ahead of time, to first crush their morale, which can also help with the subsequent full-scale sacred war."
The Nine Heavens Ancestor’s voice was cold.
"I’m afraid the casualties will exceed our expectations."
Another person said.
"Were the deaths few back then? In order to obtain this world, what does it matter if some people die—even if it were you or me, for the sacred war and Celestial Master, dying is not too great a sacrifice!"
The third person laughed loudly.
"With us guarding the Overlapping Land, let’s do this: have the Blood Sea Blade Emperor and those eleven people lead their own subordinates, attack East Victory Continent first, and strike in full force! As for manpower, I will communicate with the Outer Heaven and request them to dispatch more fighters."
"Additionally, the twenty-seven Heavenly Aliens who were hidden in East Victory back then can also be activated now. Those tribes also have giants, don’t they? There’s no need for them to go to the frontlines, let them kill those East Victory powerhouses who hide and don’t come out, disrupt East Victory’s rear, and carry out a coordinated internal and external strategy!"
"Before the real sacred war arrives, let us lay the foundation for victory and be loyal to the Celestial Master!"
The words of Nine Heavens Ancestor left the other three surging with emotion.
In the heart of every Outer World being, the Celestial Masters were the highest faith, an unbeatable totem, undefeated in the world for countless years, and only half a step away from truly breaking through the void and ascending to another dimension.
If they could make the three Celestial Masters remember them, it would be such an honor for themselves and their families behind them!
...
The Mystical Forest has been breached!
With the combined efforts of several major intelligence organizations, this news spread throughout the entire East Victory world in just a few days.
The Martial World agency issued a second exceptional supplement, detailing everything that happened before the Mystical Forest, and instantly, the martial arts community boiled over, and the whole world was stirred.
"The Outer Heaven Demons are too bullying!"
"Their hiding now is to ensure that when they are confident, they can seize our homeland in one fell swoop. We cannot let their schemes succeed! We martial artists should fight for this land that gave us life. Rather than passively resisting, it is better to take the initiative to strike first and also pre-emptively deplete the demons’ strength."
"I was just thinking the same thing!"
"Brother Li, what are we waiting for then? Let’s go to the Mystical Forest now and kill a few Outer Heaven Demons. It’s worth practicing martial arts for this reason."
"Hahaha, the task of killing demons is everyone’s responsibility. I shall go with these two valiant men!"
In a tavern, someone tilted their head back and drained the cup of wine, then smashed the cup in anger, left money for the wine, picked up the longsword on the table, and walked out.
The sounds of cups being smashed followed, and one after another martial artist walked outside.
"Gentlemen heroes, your drink money—I’ll keep it for you temporarily. Come back and retrieve it another day; consider this meal courtesy of the inn!"
The innkeeper shouted loudly at the entrance.
...
On an official road, dust filled the air.
"Situ Changkong, don’t kill us. Whatever conditions you have, just state them!"
A group of people shakily knelt on the ground, begging the blue-robed swordsman in front of them for mercy.
The blue-robed swordsman had an extraordinary presence, his head bound by a blue kerchief of the same color, with an ordinary appearance, except for a pair of eyes sharp as an eagle’s, embodying the swordsman’s coldness.
"You bandits have committed numerous crimes and should have been torn to pieces. However, this time, I can give you a chance, on the condition that you must follow me to one place," said the blue-robed swordsman indifferently.
He was none other than Situ Changkong, the genius swordsman who rose to prominence during the martial arts competition in Qingxue State.
"Yes, yes, as long as you don’t kill us, wherever you, Swordsman Situ, want us to go, we brothers will accompany you to the end," the bandits agreed desperately.
Situ Changkong lifted his head, looking in the direction of the South Sea.
A great decisive battle between heaven and earth, huh? Though I, Situ Changkong, am insignificant and powerless, I must do my part for the East Victory world. Upon leaving this time, regardless of life or death.
...
"My son, are you leaving?"
This was a majestic villa standing amidst the omnipresent winds and snow, where a handsome man was looking at the young man opposite him, his eyes brimming with redness.
This was his most talented and proudest son. Born exceptional, he demonstrated astonishing swordsmanship talents from a young age. Now he was Shuntian Capital’s top swordsman, the future of Snow Listening Mountain villa.
"Men practice martial arts for fame or gain, or to protect their family and country. I, Xue Changqing, don’t harbor such grand ambitions, but with the calamity facing East Victory, if I cower and don’t emerge, I would let down the sword in my hand."
Dressed in white, with hair as white as snow, Xue Changqing left a deep impression with his melancholic blue eyes.
But who knew, back then, Xue Changqing was high-spirited and majestic, all because of that battle, that person, who knocked him off the divine pedestal of Qingxue State.
Ever since, his eyes gained that hint of melancholy, becoming deeper and more restrained, like the silent and icy snow in the sky.
"My son, in this life, I have always taken pride in you. Go now, go. Once I have arranged the many affairs of Snow Listening Mountain villa, your father will come to find you."
Xue Yuanting patted his son’s shoulder, very gently.
He remembered his son’s childhood; without realizing it, the once slender shoulders had become broad and strong. Xue Yuanting turned away, not letting his son see his tears. He feared this might be the last time he encouraged his son, and his withdrawing hand was clenched tightly.
...
"Miss Cheng, I’ve come to say goodbye to you."
The streets paved with bluestone, a bridge arching across, and a stream like a strip of jade and emerald, ran through this poetic and picturesque town with gray walls and black tiles.
In a small courtyard hidden by the golden trumpet trees, Gui Zhihang looked up and met the star-filled eyes peeking out the window.
"You, always coming for a few days before leaving, this time after over half a year, you only stayed for three days, where are you going now?"
The woman behind the window didn’t speak, but her eyes somehow conveyed a message that Gui Zhihang understood.
Is this what they mean by telepathy?
I, Gui Zhihang, am also known as a genius, born into a noble family, now even the master of Mysterious Sparrow Manor, with a famed name in the Martial World. Yet, I don’t even have the courage to confess to a woman.
I’m truly useless.
"Miss Cheng, actually, actually... When I had a stall here and first saw you, I remembered you from then. Do you remember the secret manual I had Aunt Shuilian bring you?" (Chapter 731)
"That was specially chosen for you. Miss Cheng, although you’re beautiful, I’ve seen many who’re more so. Yet none have left such a deep impression on me, only you. Those eyes of yours, always making me linger and reminisce."
Gui Zhihang was incoherent, not minding the eyes behind the window that went from shock to annoyance and then to hidden joy. He kept on, "I lied to you, my name isn’t Xing Yu. But at this moment, please forgive my inability to tell you my name, because I don’t know..."
Whether I can return again or not, if I can’t, why should I add to your troubles!
"Next time we meet, I’ll tell you everything about me, Yi Jun, goodbye!"
Gui Zhihang turned and left.
"Wait, Young Master Xing!"
The lady behind the window instinctively felt something was amiss, but by the time she hurried down from the embroidered building and ran out of the courtyard, the young man was nowhere to be seen.
He was like the reflection on the river of the town, captivating yet beyond reach.
...
Similar scenes unfolded in every corner of the world. Word that the gateway to the Overlapping Land had been broken through spread, and countless hot-blooded youths and martial arts heroes rushed towards the Mystical Forest.
Above the South Sea, one could see numerous vessels—large ships, fishing boats, even flatboats and bamboo rafts—riding the waves, packed so dense they nearly filled up a small area of the sea. From above, they appeared like a dark curtain.
The mingled auras of countless martial artists stirred the winds and clouds, causing thunderous booms to resound over the South Sea from time to time.
Soon, the first group arrived at the Mystical Forest, all strong individuals from the South Sea. Firstly, because they were the closest, and secondly, they traveled the fastest, leading the pack.
Boom boom boom...
An extraordinary battle was underway within the Mystical Forest.
On one side, from the world of East Victory, stood six individuals, and from the Overlapping Land emerged eleven people—all of them were towering figures.
The boundless vegetation of the forest was obliterated in this clash of titans, turning it into a plain. The ground was visibly scoured away, continually sinking.
By the time the first masters arrived, the Mystical Forest had transformed into an irregular pit, with a diameter of several million meters and a depth of thousands of meters, from which violent energy burst forth vertically, tearing the blue sky and white clouds.
Of course, the main reason for such massive destruction wasn’t just the titans’ power—it was more the chain reaction from the broken Array System. Even the power of titans couldn’t quite reach this extent on its own.
"Wind Wave Unpredictable!"
A hoarse roar broke out as a blood-soaked Wind Wave Ancestor swung his hook, slinging numerous intersecting black lines that enveloped an axe-wielding Outer Heaven Giant.
"Severing Mountain Chop!"
The Outer Heaven Giant was nearly split limb from limb, but he too was fierce, disregarding his safety to land an axe blow that severed Wind Wave Ancestor’s right shoulder.
"Ancestor!"
Many cried out in hoarse voices, they were experts from the Wind Wave Forest.
Experts from other powers in the South Sea were also enraged.
For the Great Battles Emperor, Spirit Ink Emperor, and Demon Exorcism Sect Leader were also covered in wounds. The Demon Exorcism Sect Leader’s neck was nearly cleaved, and his body riddled with countless slashes.
Bear in mind, though titans possess strong vitality, they can still die from fatal injuries.
The most eye-catching of all was Shi Xiaole.
He alone drew the attention of three Outer Heaven Giants, among whom the Blood Sea Blade Emperor and the Ice Polar Sword Emperor were even stronger than the Great Battles Emperor. Despite occasionally being hit until blood sprayed like mist, Shi Xiaole persevered until now, even faring much better than the Demon Exorcism Sect Leader.
