I reincarnated in a cultivation world as a omnipotent villain-Chapter 213: The Immortal War Begins

"The one responsible for my father and brother's death—hand over Tian Shen!" Yun Wang's authoritative voice echoed.

Upon hearing his words, the expressions of some elders of the Ling family changed, while others remained unfazed.

Ling Wei was the most excited of all, though he tried to conceal it. He was even slightly grateful to Yun Wang.

He himself had wanted to suggest this but feared humiliation and even expulsion from his patriarchal position.

Fortunately, Yun Wang had said it, and it seemed that some of the elders even agreed.

"It's not a bad idea. As long as we hand over that kid, we won't need to clash with the Yun family."

"But that kid is the Young Master of the Tian family. Even if we abandon him, the Tian family will surely come to rescue him. Besides, this will create enmity between us."

The elders conversed telepathically, and Ling Yuexian frowned upon hearing them. She immediately let out a cold snort, silencing them.

"Hmph! That is impossible! Tian Shen carries the bloodline of the Ling family—he is half of our family!" Ling Yuexian roared, causing the elders' expressions to turn grim.

How could they have forgotten that Tian Shen was of their bloodline as well? They had been calling him the Tian family's genius and monster for so long that they had completely overlooked that he was also a part of their lineage.

"Since you refuse, we'll just take him by force!" Yun Wang shouted and signaled the flying warships to prepare for battle.

On the Ling family's side, cold snorts filled the air as they ordered their soldiers to stand ready.

Drums and majestic war horns echoed, the sound of war resounding across the skies.

"Fight!"

With Yun Wang's command, the sky filled with golden and silver radiance. The Yun family's flying warships stationed themselves among the clouds, their crimson banners billowing in the wind. On the other hand, the Ling family gathered their forces. Warriors in gleaming armor, holding purple banners, stood atop the grand floating city walls.

Ling Yuexian, her eyes sharp and filled with fury, glanced at the elders. There was no need for further discussion—the Yun family had brazenly come to their gates, and bloodshed was inevitable.

"Prepare yourselves! Do not let a single enemy leave this battlefield alive!" she roared.

At her command, the drums of war pounded louder. Streaks of golden and purple light intertwined in the sky, clashing amidst cosmic thunder.

The warriors of both sides surged forward like blazing stars. The first wave of battle came from the Yun family—hundreds of radiant swords shot toward the Ling forces. These swords, infused with the blood energy of their ancestors, shook the protective barriers of Ling's floating city.

This was no ordinary skirmish but a clash between two supreme forces that had ruled the worlds for ages.

Two colossal armies, banners fluttering, stood poised to strike. On one side, the Yun family forces, clad in dazzling armor adorned with dragon insignias. On the other, the Ling family warriors, their armor glistening with a menacing frost, awaiting the command to engage.

The sky grew heavy with the condensed energy of both factions. A frozen wind swept through the soldiers, lifting the dust and scent of blood into the air. A brief silence took over the battlefield—a silence before the storm.

"Advance! Annihilate them!" roared General Yun Hao, commander of the Flaming Dragon Legion.

The Flaming Dragon warriors, clad in crimson armor and eyes burning with rage and pride, charged forward. Each step they took made the ground tremble, and every swing of their blades sent waves of fire into the sky.

This legion was composed of warriors who drew power from the soul of the Flaming Dragon. Their red armor shimmered with living flames, and each warrior could unleash infernal fire with every slash of their swords.

"For the Yun family! Burn them to ashes!" one of their commanders bellowed.

With a mere gesture, walls of fire erupted, surging toward the enemy ranks.

On the other side, General Ling Feng, commander of the Frost Wolf Legion, let out a chilling roar.

"No one will leave this battlefield alive! Let their blood nourish our lands!"

This group consisted of warriors who wielded the power of ice and frost. Their icy blue armor and weapons radiated freezing energy. Every strike froze the enemy's body, shattering them from within.

"Winter begins for you now!" one of their commanders shouted, sending a wave of frost that froze dozens of Yun warriors in an instant.

The Frost Wolf warriors, with their glacial armor and razor-sharp blades, surged toward the enemy. Each of their movements sent waves of cold through the air, freezing the ground beneath them.

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The battlefield erupted into chaos as weapons clashed and war cries filled the air.

A warrior from the Flaming Dragon Legion plunged his flaming sword into a Frost Wolf warrior's chest, but before he could pull back, his body was consumed by an icy chill and froze solid. His corpse shattered with a horrifying crack.

A Frost Wolf warrior leaped forward, slashing an icy dagger across a Yun warrior's throat. But in an instant, flames engulfed his armor, reducing him to ashes in mere moments.

The battle between these opposing elements turned the battlefield into a hell of fire and ice. The ground cracked beneath the warriors' feet, leaving behind frozen corpses and piles of ash.

At the center of the battlefield, Yun Xing, commander of the Sky Thunder Legion, gazed upon the enemy ranks from atop his warhorse. With a voice like a raging storm, he bellowed:

"Show them that the sky belongs to us!"

Dark clouds rumbled above the battlefield, and in an instant, dozens of lightning bolts struck down. Thunder roared as streaks of electricity tore through the Ling ranks, shattering their formations. The sound of burning armor and agonized screams blended into the fury of the storm.

But the Ling army was not defenseless.

The Earthshaker Legion, giants clad in armor of stone and steel, emerged from the dust.

"We shall turn the ground into your grave!" one of them roared, slamming his massive stone hammer into the earth.

The ground trembled, cracked, and jagged stone spikes erupted, impaling countless Yun soldiers.

In the midst of the chaos, the battlefield suddenly darkened. A group of Ling warriors, clad in black garments and masks that revealed only their crimson eyes, moved like shadows. The Purple Demon Legion had entered the fray.

They slipped through the mist, appearing and vanishing like ghosts. A Yun soldier, glancing around in fear, suddenly felt a chilling sensation.

He looked down—shadowy tendrils coiled around his body. Before he could scream, something slit his throat from behind.

But in that very moment, a golden sword cleaved through the darkness, slicing the assassin in two.

"Shadows hold no place before the sun!" a warrior from the Yun family's Golden Legion roared.

The Golden Legion, clad in radiant armor and wielding unbreakable shields, resisted the darkness. With each step, their shields dispersed the shadows and reflected the brilliance of the sun.

Hours passed.

The battle raged on. The sky was filled with fire, lightning, and icy mist. The ground was soaked in the blood of countless fallen warriors, with no trace of greenery remaining.

Despite the thousands of casualties on both sides, neither army retreated.

From a distance, the elders and leaders of both families observed the battlefield. Since this was the Ling family's domain, they naturally held the advantage.

Yet, because of this, their losses were even greater.

Both factions glared at each other with seething hatred.

This battle would not end with mere soldiers.

It was time for the real war to begin.