Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 117: Sweeping the World (4)_1

"Not good, it’s an ambush!" Upon seeing the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders, a dreadful premonition rose in the Sword Monarch’s heart. But now, with the arrow nocked, it had to be fired. He gritted his teeth and continued his attacks.

"Kill!"

Many shared the Sword Monarch’s sentiment, determined to fight to the end. They pressed their assault, intent on cutting down any who blocked their path. This was their last gamble; failure meant an honorable death. Besides, it was too late to retreat.

"End the battle quickly. Don’t disturb His Highness’s rest!" the leader of the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders commanded indifferently, glancing at the gradually brightening lights of the Imperial Capital behind him. To him, the menacing enemy seemed like nothing more than a horde of worthless fools. The other seventeen Riders, silent, nodded, the killing intent in their eyes growing increasingly intense.

When the Sword Monarch and his men were about five miles from the city wall, the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders moved!

BOOM!

An overwhelming aura erupted, carrying world-ending destructive power. Blade lights crisscrossed the sky, saturated with oppressive Evil Qi. Eighteen scimitars fell from the heavens like crescent moons plummeting to earth.

The Sword Monarch and his men saw only the cold glint of blades before a bone-chilling coldness enveloped them. Without a second thought, their innate combat instincts kicked in, and they hastily defended.

"Sword Spirit, protect me!" the Sword Monarch roared. An incredibly brilliant Sword Qi materialized before him, forming a formidable, shield-like barrier.

BOOM!

The instant it formed, an immense force struck him, sending him flying back a thousand feet. Half his body went numb from the impact, the webbing of his hand split open, and blood gushed out, staining his sword.

The Sword Monarch was the strongest among them, yet even he was sent flying. One could only imagine the tragic fate of the others.

"AAAH!"

Wails of agony rose one after another. The seventeen men at the forefront exploded into clouds of blood mist, a horrifying sight.

"Impossible! The Qin Empire’s experts should all be at the front lines! How can there be so many in the Imperial Capital?"

Stabilizing himself, the Sword Monarch had no time to check his injuries. His pupils constricted in horror as he gazed at the seventeen clouds of blood mist. The scene before him was completely different from what he had anticipated!

Little did he know that the Qin Empire possessed divine artifacts like the ’Battle Arena’. He also didn’t know that just a few months ago, the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders were merely Heaven Realm Martial Artists; their breakthrough into the Saint Realm was recent. Furthermore, he was unaware that the current Yan Yun Eighteen Riders, when empowered by their Formation, far surpassed Semi-Saint Martial Artists and could even contend with Saints.

"Kill!"

In the dead of night, the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders moved like ghosts, weaving through the Void. Each appearance claimed a life.

"Run...!"

The experts from the various factions attacking the Imperial Capital could hold out no longer. They unleashed their movement techniques and fled desperately. Now, the Yan Yun Eighteen Riders had become hunters, relentlessly pursuing their prey.

「...」

BOOM!

Outside the Wuling Domain, war raged, and smoke choked the air. Under Lv Bu’s ferocious assault, the once towering and sturdy city wall was now a battered ruin, no part of it intact—a veritable wasteland. Sword Sect soldiers moved amongst the rubble of the city wall, utterly exhausted from the prolonged combat. Their faces were pale as they fought back feebly.

Fight! They fought on, driven by sheer conviction. But how long could such conviction last?

"Hold on! As long as the Sect Master’s plan succeeds, we will be victorious!" a Sword Sect Elder roared, swinging his longsword to bolster morale. He knew that if their spirits broke now, their will to fight would instantly shatter, impossible to reignite.

"Kill! For our honor, I will fight to the death!"

"Master, forgive this disciple’s lack of filial piety! I can no longer serve you!"

Hearing this, a Sword Sect disciple’s eyes turned bloodshot, blazing with crimson light. He roared with frenzy, burst from the city wall, and charged toward the nearest Qin soldiers. His heroic act significantly boosted morale. The Sword Sect disciples hiding behind the ruins, as if injected with chicken blood, completely disregarded their own lives and launched a desperate charge.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

Desolate cries echoed across the bleak battlefield.

Interesting! Lv Bu thought, watching from his position as the enemy launched an offensive. He looked slightly surprised; he had underestimated the fighting spirit of these Sect Disciples. To think they could still counterattack under such dire conditions. Though, in his eyes, such tactics were a joke.

"Order the troops to engage them head-on!" Lv Bu commanded, his tone indifferent.

A competent commander achieves victory with minimal sacrifices. From this perspective, Lv Bu’s order contradicted that principle. However, this was precisely what he intended.

When he attacked the Tianhuo Domain, he had wielded his halberd single-handedly to shatter the Holy Fire Sect’s defensive line. The Qin army had achieved victory with little effort. A truly battle-hardened army is forged in the crucible of intense combat. Only by experiencing hellish trials can they gain the strength to conquer the world. In my opinion, the Qin army is still too weak! The invasion of the Wuling Domain is the perfect whetstone to hone the Qin army. That was why he ordered a head-on engagement.

"KILL!"

Hearing Lv Bu’s command, the Qin army charged like tigers descending a mountain. Their deafening roars thundered as they tore all incoming enemies to shreds.

Splashes of crimson blood dyed the heavens and earth red! Torrents of fresh blood formed countless trickling streams that converged into a massive river of blood! Countless corpses lay strewn haphazardly upon the ground, piling up into a mountain of death that radiated an overwhelming Evil Qi!

This intense battle raged for four hours. The death toll among the Sword Sect disciples reached a staggering two hundred thousand. The Qin army also suffered casualties, though not as severe as the Sword Sect. Nearly every Qin soldier was covered in wounds, their expressions ferocious. Faces stained crimson with blood, they looked like demons emerging from hell.

Faced with such devastating casualties, the Sword Sect Elder was overcome with despair. Even if morale is high, what’s the use if everyone dies? If only the warriors from the Dao Mansion were here! he thought bitterly. The Sword Sect and the Dao Mansion respectively guarded the eastern and western flanks of the Wuling Domain. With a fixed number of troops, the Sword Sect had to resist the Qin Empire’s invasion alone. It seems the Wuling Domain is about to fall!

BOOM!

Just then, an overwhelming, domineering aura surged from the distance, bringing a flicker of a smile to the desperate Sword Sect Elder’s lips.

He looked up!

A colossal saber, radiating an aura capable of crushing all existence, streaked through the sky towards them at incredible speed.

The arrivals were none other than the Dao Mansion’s army!

They had finally arrived, in this critical hour of need!

"Sword Sect disciples, hear my command! Reinforcements have arrived! Charge!" the Sword Sect Elder bellowed, personally leading the renewed assault.

Sword Qi surged, once again forming a fractured sea of swords!

And a sea of blades followed close behind!

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