Chapter 1134: Chapter 611: How Much Is It Worth?
He suddenly realized: "No wonder, no wonder they would do that!"
But the battle in front of him allowed no time for further thought. The three offerings had already taken out their magic artifacts, shouting at the Hidden Stream Demons: "Disarm, or be killed!" Those who offend the majesty of the Central Capital will be severely punished!
Chang Tian chuckled, ignoring them, and instead turned to the demon crowd, saying: "Comrades, are you willing to break through with me?"
In the dim night, his golden eyes shone brightly, causing the stars in the sky to pale in comparison. Behind him, the Hidden Stream Demons were filled with enthusiasm, replying in unison: "We obey your command!" The blood in the veins of the Hidden Stream Demons must surely be filled with a battle-hungry spirit. This was the great founder of the Hidden Stream, the Ancient Divine Beast who once led their forebears through countless perils. To fight alongside him was a rare honor, a boastworthy privilege!
Some demons, with their passionate nature, suddenly had their eyes turned crimson!
With just a word, Changtian had rallied the morale of the demon crowd. Invisibly, the Qi Fortune of the Hidden Stream Demons surged, closely connected to him, forming a majestic figure above their heads like a small mountain, exuding a barbaric, fierce aura. This was the phantom of Changtian’s True Body—the Ba Snake, joining them in resisting the power of the Central Capital. He laughed heartily to the sky, stepping forward.
As he released his momentum, without reservation, the winds and clouds stirred within hundreds of yards, the air became oppressive, forcing everyone to struggle for breath.
With each step he took, the ground trembled and wailed, as if unable to bear his weight. What stood there was no longer a mere human but a fierce beast born from the primordial wilderness, carrying an aura of ferocity and destruction, intent on destroying everything in its path! The Hidden Stream Demons closely followed him, though numbering only a few dozen, they exuded a chilling killing aura akin to that of hundreds or thousands, like coiled venomous snakes waiting for the moment to strike down their foes.
The faces of the City Defense Patrol in the Central Capital changed. Even though they were unaware of the Central Capital’s Qi Fortune bolstering them, over time, they had built immense confidence due to their unyielding success against any troublemaker cultivators. Yet, faced with such momentum, facing such resolute enemies, they could not help but grip their magic artifacts tightly.
For either side, this battle could only end in victory, not defeat.
Changtian took great strides forward. Though the battle was inevitable, his gait, his expression, was as if he was taking a leisurely stroll. This was the poise borne from countless battles, the confidence of taking the head of an enemy leader amidst thousands of troops. Three thousand years of confinement hadn’t diminished his ambition; his veins still flowed with a thirst for blood, his heart pounding against his chest, eager for the first battle after his release.
The impact of her death demanded to be soothed with human lives.
The small Central Capital could not halt his steps. To finish the battle quickly, he had more pressing matters to attend to. From the depths of his memory, a pair of almond-shaped eyes flashed a teasing smile at him. With that thought, his heart was set ablaze.
The cool night breeze lifted his jet-black long hair, causing his cloak to flutter with a sound like wings, his handsome face set in a frosty demeanor akin to the Heavenly Emperor of Nine Heavens. The majesty of this moment, the splendor of this moment, captured the hearts of many onlooking young maidens.
The Nanming Lihuo Sword rested quietly within his sleeve, awaiting the moment it could drink its fill of blood.
Facing dozens against hundreds, the battle on this Ten-mile long street was just beginning! After tonight, the scent of blood here would be so thick that rainwater couldn’t wash it away.
His Blood Covenant with Yin Jiu You also began from this massacre!
[Cough, if Ruoshui Yun says the book is over, would you beat me to death? ^_^]—Alright, the first part of the book "Westward Journey" ends here. We will now enter the next plot short volume "No War in the West", a period of gentle, sweet warmth, as a compensation for the recent trials you have endured. (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)
