Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 93: Melee_1

For a power to thrive indefinitely, it must ensure its succession. If a gap in continuity arises, it will be perilous.

This time in the Ruins, the Sword Sect and the Dao Mansion had dispatched all their geniuses, including Xue You, who possessed the Sword Body, all seemingly intent on seizing the fourth-level Mustard World.

But now, all of them were gone!

In this Great World war, the Wuling Domain had completely withdrawn!

Without young geniuses, how could they fight against the geniuses of other forces? How could they compete for the Immortal Path?

"What on earth has happened? Where are the disciples of the Dao Mansion and the Sword Sect?"

The irritable Dao Monarch seized a disciple from Gun City and roared furiously. His extremely tyrannical aura caused the disciple’s face to turn pale and his body to tremble uncontrollably with fear.

"I... I don’t know anything, please don’t kill me..." the disciple from Gun City responded in a trembling voice, the terrifying pressure making him gasp for breath. He felt a suffocating sensation, and his heart felt as if it were about to stop beating.

"Dao Monarch, even if you are upset, do not vent your anger on the disciples of Gun City!"

At this critical moment, Nie Zhenhu stepped forward and spoke in a deep voice, his sharp aura flaring, forcing the Dao Monarch to retreat several steps. He strode forward to stand before the disciple, his figure tall and straight. With the powerful build of a tiger’s back and a dragon’s waist, he gripped a heavy spear. The sheer force emanating from him made the Void tremble.

A sinister cackle echoed. "For the battle for the Ghost Tomb Ruins, Qin Wudao of the Qin Empire obtained the fourth-level Mustard World. I believe he should know something!" Suddenly, Zhang Yangtian, his face contorted with resentment, spoke in a low, haunting voice.

The Dao Monarch’s eyes narrowed as he looked at Qin Wudao, a hint of interrogation in his gaze.

All the experts present were slightly startled. Nobody had expected that the Qin Empire, considered relatively weak, would turn out to be the final winner.

For a moment, a strange glint appeared in everyone’s eyes!

"Dao Monarch," Qin Wudao began, clasping his hands calmly, "since I entered the Ruins, I have never seen anyone from the Dao Mansion or the Sword Sect. However, the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect pledged allegiance to the Changeable Mansion and laid an ambush in the center of the Ruins. I suspect..."

A classic case of redirecting the calamity!

With that, the attention of the Alliance experts turned once more to the Changeable Mansion and the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect, their expressions grim. This news was simply too explosive!

The Alliance was already at a disadvantage. If the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect were to betray them, this shift in allegiance would further widen the gap between the two sides.

Facing everyone’s gaze, the experts of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect looked somewhat uneasy.

"Hmph! My Ten Thousand Flowers Sect is an old member of the Alliance and has made great contributions. Yet, in the end, you all choose to safeguard the Qin Empire!" Hua Nianshen’s face was as cold as frost. "’Since you are unkind, don’t blame me for being unjust!’" freewёbnoνel.com

Leading the experts of the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect, she flew towards the Changeable Mansion. She respectfully saluted Zhang Zehan, saying, "Greetings, Mansion Master!"

Now that the matter had been exposed, the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect certainly could not remain in the Alliance; their only option was to join the Changeable Mansion.

Zhang Zehan squeezed out a smile and waved his hand. "Rise!"

"Seeking death!" As the Alliance Master, Lin Ao Zu was utterly enraged. Holding a war sword, his peak Semi-Saint strength erupted. A brilliant azure Spiritual Energy filled the sky, hurtling towards Hua Nianshen. The Sword Qi swept across, stirring a violent wind that altered the sky’s appearance.

Traitors must die! If Hua Nianshen were not killed, the Alliance members would panic, and his prestige as Alliance Master would be utterly lost.

"Do you think I am afraid of you?" Hua Nianshen waved her scepter. Countless flower petals tore through the air, carrying an intoxicating fragrance that seemed to captivate the very soul.

BOOM!

In a split second, the two attacks collided. Each gust of wind and every petal carried a suffocating murderous intent and devastating power, spreading for hundreds of miles.

Luckily, they were in the Ghost Tomb, an uninhabited area. If this battle had erupted in a bustling city, countless lives would have been lost. Even so, their confrontation had devastating effects. All trees and boulders within a ten-mile radius were reduced to dust, forming a pit so deep its bottom could not be seen. This was the terrifying destructive power of a Semi-Saint!

A few moments later, the aftershocks subsided, revealing the figures of Lin Ao Zu and Hua Nianshen, both still in their combat stances. Lin Ao Zu remained calm. His clothes were pristine, and a faint azure Spiritual Energy enveloped him, emitting gusts of wind that deflected the battle’s residual energies. However, Hua Nianshen was in a much worse state. Her palace gown was torn, a trickle of blood escaped the corner of her mouth, and her entire body shuddered from the violent surge of her vital energy, clearly indicating she had sustained a minor injury. Although both were Semi-Saints, a considerable gap in their strength remained.

Fully aware she was no match for her opponent, Hua Nianshen shot Lin Ao Zu a resentful glance before turning and bowing to Zhang Zehan. "Mansion Master, I implore you to take action!"

"Kill!" Zhang Zehan gave a slight nod, his killing intent soaring to the sky. Even without Hua Nianshen’s plea, Zhang Zehan was already prepared to act. He intended to snatch the fourth-level Mustard World from Qin Wudao’s hands and, while at it, kill Qin Wudao to avenge Zhang Yangtian.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Terrifying auras churned the wind and clouds. In an instant, the surroundings for hundreds of miles transformed into a hellscape; destruction reigned wherever one looked.

"Run!" Witnessing a battle between Saint Realm powerhouses, the younger generation of geniuses swiftly retreated, seeking safety far away.

"Suppress!" Zhang Zehan roared. A black seal shot through the air, swelling to an enormous size comparable to the massive mountain at the heart of the Ghost Tomb, poised to suppress everything below.

SHRIEK! SHRIEK! SHRIEK! Billions of ghostly figures flew out from the black seal, emitting terrifying wails. With blood-red eyes, bared fangs, and extended claws, they galloped across the land like an invincible, all-conquering army. The aura they exuded was comparable to that of a Semi-Saint Realm Martial Artist.

This black seal was none other than the Changeable Seal! In his hands, the Changeable Seal’s power was dozens of times greater than when Zhang Yangtian wielded it.

"Summon the Ancestral Sword!" Lin Ao Zu knit his brows, his hands continuously shifting, forming thousands of hand seals.

An immense distance away from the battlefield, in the Forest Realm, three treasured swords were enshrined within an ancient Stone Palace. They emanated a dazzling, cold light that was so intense one could hardly look at them directly.

WHOOSH!

The sword on the far left, sensing the summons, flared with a brilliant light. It tore through the air, bursting out from the Stone Palace. It then unleashed a potent Sword Qi that shattered the Void before vanishing into it.

Just a moment later, the Void before Lin Ao Zu split open, and a battle sword emerged.

"Slash!" Lin Ao Zu swiftly extended his hand, gripped the battle sword, and slashed forward. A colossal, sharp Sword Qi manifested, obliterating the menacing ghost that charged head-on.

The sword and the seal clashed, perfectly matched. Both combatants were peak Semi-Saint Martial Artists wielding Royal Weapons. Their combat strength was equal, and they were locked in a fierce melee, making it impossible to determine who held the upper hand. At the very least, the battle would not conclude quickly.

"KILL! KILL! KILL!"

Tens of miles away, the three Supreme Elders of the Changeable Mansion battled Nie Zhenhu, Cang Jihai, and the Dao Monarch, too preoccupied to concern themselves with others.

On another battlefield, where cries of "Die!" echoed, Hua Nianshen desperately entangled Sword Lord. Due to her injuries, she avoided direct confrontation, instead accumulating petals to wage a war of attrition. Sword Lord retaliated continuously. Yet, every time he pressed his attack, Hua Nianshen would deftly evade, leaving him increasingly frustrated yet helpless.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, two other Semi-Saint Realm Martial Artists were present—the Supreme Elders of the Lin Family!

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